New Romantics - Hands Like Houses

A hopeless romantic

Self-medicated on reality

A misunderstanding

Is all that anyone can see in me

Pulling up the floor to go deeper down

Tearing at the soil to find the ground

I’m trying to find myself, coming back to the same words

To try to tell a different story

I’m farther from myself, coming back to the same words

In hope they come alive without me

(Without me)

A moment’s reflection

Has given me a second chance to heal

A loss of connection

In matching up my words to how I feel

Pulling up the floor to go deeper down

Tearing at the soil to find the ground

I’m trying to find myself, coming back to the same words

To try to tell a different story

I’m farther from myself, coming back to the same words

In hope they come alive without me

I’ve taken on too much

Empty pages on the floor

Tearing volumes from the shelf

To find what I’ve been looking for

Then it hit me

Well, I haven’t changed

I’m still the same man I was before

Well, I haven’t changed

I’m still the same man I was

Just trying to find myself, coming back to the same words

To try to tell a different story

I’m farther from myself, coming back to the same words

In hope they come alive without me

I’m farther from myself coming back to the same words

I’m trying to find myself coming back to the same words