Am I a hopeless case?

You keep saying the same things

But is it on my face?

That it isn't sinking in

Like a homeless man tapping on a car window

I feel so disconnected but so in need to hear this

Do You still see:


Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah

Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah

Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah


I've never been good or brave enough to ask the question

If I'm breathing in does that mean You still want me?

That You still see:


Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah

Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah

Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah


There are lines on my hands

This sky makes any heart beat faster

I'm breathing out and breathing in

I know that You see, I know that You see


Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah

Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah

Something there, Yeah, yeah, yeah