i talk about you all the time, wherever i go
this climb, it gets old and i know it's wrong
but i go days without you, dates without you
but you're always there, you're all i think about
your morning routine, how you are, what you're doing
how you move, the way you walk, the way you talk
the most insane situations play through my head
i think about how i became… this day, this strain, it drains
and then about how obsessed i become with people
i never would have guessed that i'd ride this quest
so i pull out my pa**port, but i remember it has a rapport with the door
it begins to feel like a chore, you, the one i adore
i get stuck in my memories and i see you in people, becoming rather feeble
so i turn up the volume on my tv so i don't get lost in my thoughts
but you still seem to fly across, as i sleep, i turn on white noise
and take ambien because i start to hyperventilate
and all i'm looking for is to be able to alienate
before i asphyxiate