New Romantics - Hands Like Houses
Written by：Hands Like Houses
A hopeless romantic
Self medicated on reality
A misunderstanding
Is all that anyone can see in me
Pulling up the floor to go deeper down
Tearing at the soil to find the ground
I'm trying to find myself coming back to the same words
To try to tell a different story
I'm farther from myself coming back to the same words
In hope they come alive without me
A moment's reflection
Has given me a second chance to heal
A loss of connection
In matching up my words to how I feel
Pulling up the floor to go deeper down
Tearing at the soil to find the ground
I'm trying to find myself coming back to the same words
To try to tell a different story
I'm farther from myself coming back to the same words
In hope they come alive without me
I've taken on too much
Empty pages on the floor
Tearing volumes from the shelf
To find what I've been looking for
Then it hit me
Well I haven't changed
I'm still the same man I was before
Well I haven't changed
I'm still the same man I was
Just trying to find myself coming back to the same words
To try to tell a different story
I'm farther from myself coming back to the same words
In hope they come alive without me
I'm trying to find myself
Coming back to the same words
I'm trying to find myself
Coming back to the same words
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