I don't get it I completely understand She's the perfect person I hate the bitch I'd like to talk to her and not say a word My thought out instinct is simply intricate That's all That's all downhill Disappointing holiday We never got there Disappointing holiday Nothing happens You get softer as you soak me up There's a beauty in those words that bind A subtlty we can thank or find The less I try the more easier it gets It's not me it's the attention you allow You ate yours You ate mine too Mine too You get softer as you soak me up You breathe deeper as you choke me up Nothing ever seems to happen