You take me away from the times when I know what I am all about. You've changed all my expectations. I'm not sure whether I'm wrong or right, day or night, hot or cold, young or old. Something tells me I'm in between: the middle ground, the shades of grey, the little things you do and say. Nothing quite as it seems. Distich, dipstick, big mistake. The progressions don't make sense to me. I try to not fear everything I hear, but when you're near my head's not clear. Nor is my heart. Where is my heart? I've gotta have heart.
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