Is something missing in my touch?,
Like tension tugging at my smile,
If there's a right thing to say,
I'm sure I missed it by a mile,
Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood,
I wanna hold you close,
But i can't lift my arms up.

Is there a reason for this distance?
More than the drug that floats my days,
A nervous bug in my system,
Keeps me edgy and ashamed,
I've gotta say, never ever will forgive,
And never understood me,
But still tells me how to live,
It fits when i stretch,
And i stretch because i can.

I stretch until i'm sore,
And then i open up for more,
I do it out of habit not addiction,
And if i give it up, clean out my blood,
Will i still feel bored and disconnected?.

If i do it all for love,
Will i ever give enough?,
'Coz you can never be too pure or too connected,
You can never be too pure or too connected,
You can never be too pure.