Pulling Teeth

I'm not close enough
I reach but I can't touch
I'm always messing up

I'm not close enough
I reach but I can't touch
I'm always messing up
It feels like pulling teeth
I'm standing in between
I'm not sure where to go

I walk around my head
To see what's on my mind
But when I do I find a reason
To go around another time
I need to take a rest
At least that's what I tell myself
I'm filled with my regret
And I try to blaming everyone else

I'm spinning, I'm missing
I'm giving up on thinking
I'm losing, I'm wasting
I manipulate myself

I'm not close enough
I reach but I can't touch
I'm always messing up
It feels like pulling teeth
I'm standing in between
I'm not sure where to go

I'm not close enough
I'm always messing up
It feels like pulling teeth
I'm standing in between
I'm not sure where to go