Moving To Seattle — The Material

I can smell it on the pavement, it's about to rain And you can feed me all the pills you want But you cannot stop the pain

Am I forcing my hand To write this down

Today is the day That I finally realized That I can't rely On anyone except myself

So you think you understand me You're so anxious to evaluate Well maybe I'm well Maybe I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine Maybe I'm in love

Am I forcing my hand To write this down

Don't just stand there It's about to rain (You were never one to worry) Maybe my dreams Are just more interesting Than my reality All this time see it through my eyes

Am I forcing my hand Am I forcing my hand