Disconnected — Sixpence None The Richer

these things which i so often wonder this need to create myself frustration forgotten through slumber it's there when i wake defeated before i rise i'd pull myself out of his mire if i could collect my strength or muster an ounce of desire finding the words and making them mine

is there somewhere i could seperate this feeling from memory disconnect myself from me

desire inside to mistreat you it pushes words out of my mouth this cyclical pattern i feed you the back and forth and up and down but still here you are

behind this veil of pious revelation i'll close my eyes and look for worth inside i don't deserve you

relinquishing hope for the future i try not to hate it so but you are a bridge to those memories i try to forget if you only knew

is there somewhere to occupy emotion a room to keep my rage away from you just tell me when these hopeless days are over i'll open my eyes and see my new sun rise i don't deserve this