under the rug

Been under the rug
Testing my luck
Writing a hundred different songsBut not finishing one

Some of them about
A girl I met
A girl I left
A girl I once loved

And it′s starting to get cliché
But I know these days

I've been losing sleep
Waiting for the right words and melody

Oooooo
Oooooo

There′s the one that got away
There's the loved ones who stayed
And a loved one who went their own way
(He loved space)

I'm figuring it out on my own
Underground my home
I fell through the floor
But not like before

It′s all so dark when I′m alone
Don't need no one to call my own
So I keep my melodies close

Oooooo
Oooooo
Oooooo
Oooooo

Painful months
Of losing love
Losing touch
Of existence

Painful months
Of losing love
Losing touch
Of existence