I'll always have clothes on my floor and my bed
And a love for someone who pines for someone else instead
And maybe that's not true
Maybe that's not right
But that's just what it feels like
I'll always be a little slow to catch the punch line
I'll always look a bit too close for a sign
And I'm not an optimist cause that's heartbreak in disguise
Maybe that's not true
Maybe that's not right
But that's just what it feels like
I'll always be a little lesser than people I know
In my head I make up things I'm dying to say
Then swallow them instead
And that's cool but something is missing, something is hollow, someone's upset
And maybe that's not true
Maybe that's not right
But that's just what it feels like
You always say it's not something worth the mention
Meanwhile I pine for a fraction of your affection
And maybe that's not fair
Maybe that's not right
But that shouldn't be what love feels like
(And it feels like, like)
I'll always want more
I'll never be satisfied
I'll always crave change and blame myself when someone changes their mind
And it feels like there's never enough time
And I'm already missing people I still have in my life
And maybe that's not true
Maybe that's not right
Maybe it's half true
Maybe I'm alright
But that's not what it feels like