Lose Grip

I lose grip with my head
Every time you're with me in bed
I lose grip with my head every time we're in bed
With my head
With my head
Every time we're in bed
(With my head)
I lose grip with my head
My head

I thought I was done with my chores
Nothing is left to be bored of
Drawing a circle
A line in a hole
A dime and a toll for my time that was stolen
Evaluated
Estimated
Rated by the norms I should imitate
But I hesitate
Am I the fish or the bait?
Full like a bowl or flat as a plate?
The minute you touch me I stop thinking straight

I see you touch me, yet I feel you far
I'm stuck in the space
Between my head and my body

I can't be surprised by the time
That passed by while I wasn't alive
I will be the judge of what I missed
While I was dizzy, busy, playing dead
I can't be surprised by the time
That passed by while I wasn't alive
I will be the judge of what I missed
While I was dizzy, busy, playing dead

I lose grip with my head
Every time were together in bed
With everything said I must add
That no matter how much I prepare
How flattered I am that you care
I'm still so aware of your touch
That you flare like a match in a box that is closing on me
My head is disposing me
While my body is frozen in this moment
I want it so badly
I'm craving to own it
But the harder I long for it
The longer it takes to belong in the moment

I can't be surprised by the time
That passed by while I wasn't alive
I will be the judge of what I missed
While I was dizzy, busy, playing dead
I can't be surprised by the time
That passed by while I wasn't alive
I will be the judge of what I missed
While I was dizzy, busy, playing dead

I lose grip with my head every time we're in bed
With my head
With my head