If I had eyes in the back of my head
If you could've tried to trust the hand that fed
You would've never been hungry
The more of this or less of this or is there any difference
or are we just holding onto the things we don't have anymore
In or out of love again I doubt I'm gonna win you back
Lot of people spend their time just floating
We were victims together but lonely
You got hungry eyes that just can't look forward
Can't give them enough but we just can't start over
Building with bent nails we're
falling but holding, I don't wanna take up anymore of your time