I am a total nervous wreck, sentimental and full of dread
Do I touch my hair too much? I must touch my hair too much
So I run and hide again, in a bathroom or my bed
But our hearts beat all the same, when our heartbeats are the same
You know you got me where I wanna be, cus these places punctuate statements in our lives
I want to be half the friend you always are to me, but I'm not
I don't wanna waste all of our time wishing I was someone else
Tell myself I'm so dissatisfied, what if I refuse to change
Someday I'll wake up ready to make some change
If it seems like a lot, then maybe it is