I turned tail the last time
Hit the door for a space to run free
But I got caught in the brambles
Fingernails at the small of my back
Always�
You sold me down the river
I'm hanging from the rafters
I'm picking up bad habits
Fingernails at the small of my back
Always�
I can't feel it, I can't need it
Maybe you can tell me
Why the simple things don't faze me
Like being o.k. with where I'm at
And fingernails at the small of my back
Always
I can't feel it, I can't need it
I can't feel it, but I can't shake it