Right Where I Belong

Preying Field

Hold the line
Are we old enough?
Shouldn’t we be asking questions like that?
Well, I don’t know
And I don’t care
Lately I’ve been asking questions
Lots of questions

I had a dream
We were making love
On the floor of your apartment
And the window’s wide open
And I’m kinda scared
‘cause I don’t know
For every moment there’s a carnival of choices like

Isn’t this right where I belong?
Shouldn’t this be right where I belong?
Shine a light on me
Show me some hope

Heard a lot about
All the lies about
People tell you anything to get a piece of you
Am I holding on?
Not for very long
Lately I’d do anything to get a piece of you

It’s not love
Oh well, if only love
“I love you”
Only means
“I’ll take the time to hate you”