Friend to the Undertow

It’s all just a blur (since the time I last saw you)
Eat, sleep, and dream, but I can’t feel.
I live in the past so that I won’t forget a single thing.
I wonder again if you ever miss me?
I’d give anything, but that’s so cliche.
You live in my head like the daydream that you always were.

Friend to the undertow, you take me in and you don’t let go.

(I can’t hear what you don’t say.)

There is one thing this has taught me and I will take it to my grave.
Anyone can say she loves me, but it doesn’t mean anything unless it’s you.

Woke up again with thoughts of you cluttered.
Reset my head, it must have been a bad dream.
At least be consistent.
If you’re going to ignore me, just go.

Once more you claim the undertow.
Can’t you see the irony?

(I can’t see what you’re not doing.)

There is one thing this has taught me and I will take it to my grave.
Anyone can say she loves me, but it doesn’t mean anything unless it’s you.