If It's Love, I Wouldn't Know

If I took a crack at being with you,
I'd be pretty broken up.
I just feel like cutting off all my skin
and putting some new stuff on and running into the ocean.
I've never shot for the moon or the stars,
but I've always wanted to be out of this world.

Everything sounds muffled, like I'm walking in a cotton ball world,
where every word is soft and quiet
and my mind is slow and foggy.
If I lie a moment longer,
I'll drown in my bed of tears.
I forgot what it felt like to feel,
to feel anything real.

He made me smile because it was polite.
I laughed because he smiled.
And I looked into his eyes because I wanted to know.

Where were we going, what were we doing, who are you?
Normally I wouldn't care but something didn't feel right.

I don't care about anything because then I didn't have to feel. If I don't feel, I don't hurt. If I don't love, I don't hurt.
But then...I could never feel love.

You can stretch and pull and break my heart,
but I have a feeling it's only going to keep bouncing back.