Texty: Sixpence None The Richer. This Beautiful Mess. Disconnect.

These things which I so often wonder
this need to create myself
frustration forgotten through slumber
it's there when I wake, defeated before I rise
I'd pull myself out of this mire
if I could collect my strength
or muster an ounce of desire
finding the words, and making them mine

is there somewhere
I could separate this feeling from memory
disconnect myself from me?

desire inside to mistreat you
it pushes words out of my mouth
this cyclical pattern I feed you
the back & forth, & up & down
but still here you are

behind this veil of pious revelation
I'll close my eyes and look for worth inside
I don't deserve you

relinquishing hope for the future
I try not to hate it so
but you are a bridge to those memories
I try to forget, if you only knew

is there somewhere to occupy emotion
a room to keep my rage away from you?
just tell me when these hopeless days are over
I'll open my eyes and see my new sun rise
I don't deserve this