There's something wrong with me
I can't put my finger on it
I have a lot ot say
But it comes out all distorted
No words, just ideas in my skull
I'm so spaced out that I can't pretend
That I'm aware of what you're saying
Please help me my friend
He told me to look inside myself
You told me the same
I forgot what I told myself
I forgot my name
No words, just ideas in my skull
I am sleeping so I won't pretend
That I understand a word you're saying
This could mean the end
There's something wrong with me
I can't put my finger on it
I have a lot to say
But it comes out all distorted
You never told me what you really wanted
Speak your mind
I'm listening
I never said what I really needed
Now's my time
I'm missing you
Words by Andy Pease
©1996 Pickled Pollies