At Most, Two

Staring at the floor, I take some more, and I take some more
Arms are numb and I feel dumb
We'll, I've been laying here for an hour or two, an hour or two
And I've been thinking a thought, or at most, two

Coulda sworn there was something I was doing just a minute back
Oh, well, I guess it couldn't have mattered that much
And hey, wasn't there something I was supposed to say?
No matter, I'm too stupid to put it into words anyway

Our eyes met, I think, I don't know
My sight's too blurry and my mind is too slow
I don't think we've met and I think we never will
My heart's too quick and my head is too slow

Now I know your face and dreams and such
But if anyone asks, I won't remember much
I'm supposed to love you, but I don't think I can
When I wanna hold you I don't know who I am

My rock and roll confessional is living without love
It hurts to think of all the times I haven't been enough
I don't see a way to go where I won't be alone
I guess my eyes are blind to see a path that's not my own

And with the sullen croak of my pain-ridden voice
I naively talk of dreams of having any choice
I walk the line my father walked, I walk it with a smile
I walk the line of lucid dreams, I walk it in denial

I walk the lines that you won't walk, I walk them with a smile on my face