Numb
Do you remember, dear?
Those old days back in 1909 when we were 18?
Do you remember the blond-haired boy
Who saw you first on Radcliff Avenue?
You were coming to high school with Margaret Blue
I was football captain and President of the senior class
I was with Buck Cooper and another fellow
When I saw you, I stopped in my tracks and just stared
"Say, what's the matter with you, Jimmy?"
"Who is she, Buck?
"Huh?"
Yeah, yeah
All this ice done made me cold
Carve your name right into my soul
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
All these tears fell to the abyss
None these hoes, I cannot miss
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
Tell me I'm perfect
Tell me I'm worth it
Tell me that I was the best
Tell me I ain't like the rest
Yeah, yeah
Shallow comparisons leave me in higher places
My past, call it a blunt how I face it
Changes, going through changes
Yeah
And that's just the start of it
I'm dreaming 'bout Polos & cardigans
Turtlenecks keep 'em on top of it, keep 'em on top of me
I'm working real hard on my honesty
But honestly, I need much more than your shallow company
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Let's just try this again
Huh, huh
Again & again
Huh, huh
Your eyes say more then what has to be said
I feel the pain of the end 'fore it ends
Feel it from my head to my hollow chest
I'm tryna lay off of the meds
I think I've lost the passion, the motivation to be anything different
I can't seem to pinpoint where my creativity was lost
I think I'm just what others want
I want my soul at least
How much does it cost to keep my soul?
How much?
How much?
All this ice done made me cold
Carve your name right into my soul
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
All these tears fell to the abyss
None these hoes, I cannot miss
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
Tell me I'm perfect
Tell me I'm worth it
Tell me that I was the best
Tell me I ain't like the rest
Yeah, yeah
Shallow comparisons leave me in higher places
My past, call it a blunt how I face it
Changes, going through changes
Yeah
Oh,, woah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
"Oh, her name's Ruth Randall."
"New girl in town."
"Family just moved here from Philadelphia."
"They got a lot of money, their ancestors came over on Noah's Ark."
"What's eating you anyway?"
"Oh nothing, Buck."
"With that look on your face I'd say there was plenty eating you."
You came
Walking into the sunshine with Margaret Blue
And there was an aura around your head
There were specks of gold in your eyes as you glanced at me
That was all one glance
That was enough for me
Those old days back in 1909 when we were 18?
Do you remember the blond-haired boy
Who saw you first on Radcliff Avenue?
You were coming to high school with Margaret Blue
I was football captain and President of the senior class
I was with Buck Cooper and another fellow
When I saw you, I stopped in my tracks and just stared
"Say, what's the matter with you, Jimmy?"
"Who is she, Buck?
"Huh?"
Yeah, yeah
All this ice done made me cold
Carve your name right into my soul
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
All these tears fell to the abyss
None these hoes, I cannot miss
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
Tell me I'm perfect
Tell me I'm worth it
Tell me that I was the best
Tell me I ain't like the rest
Yeah, yeah
Shallow comparisons leave me in higher places
My past, call it a blunt how I face it
Changes, going through changes
Yeah
And that's just the start of it
I'm dreaming 'bout Polos & cardigans
Turtlenecks keep 'em on top of it, keep 'em on top of me
I'm working real hard on my honesty
But honestly, I need much more than your shallow company
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Let's just try this again
Huh, huh
Again & again
Huh, huh
Your eyes say more then what has to be said
I feel the pain of the end 'fore it ends
Feel it from my head to my hollow chest
I'm tryna lay off of the meds
I think I've lost the passion, the motivation to be anything different
I can't seem to pinpoint where my creativity was lost
I think I'm just what others want
I want my soul at least
How much does it cost to keep my soul?
How much?
How much?
All this ice done made me cold
Carve your name right into my soul
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
All these tears fell to the abyss
None these hoes, I cannot miss
I don't wanna fit the mold
I don't wanna sell my soul
Tell me I'm perfect
Tell me I'm worth it
Tell me that I was the best
Tell me I ain't like the rest
Yeah, yeah
Shallow comparisons leave me in higher places
My past, call it a blunt how I face it
Changes, going through changes
Yeah
Oh,, woah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
"Oh, her name's Ruth Randall."
"New girl in town."
"Family just moved here from Philadelphia."
"They got a lot of money, their ancestors came over on Noah's Ark."
"What's eating you anyway?"
"Oh nothing, Buck."
"With that look on your face I'd say there was plenty eating you."
You came
Walking into the sunshine with Margaret Blue
And there was an aura around your head
There were specks of gold in your eyes as you glanced at me
That was all one glance
That was enough for me
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