I keep shifting by the water
I keep thinking and it always seems new
She keeps a close eye on the shifting lines
Lines across the sand that she drew
Do we love?
There was a man who tried to find it and in the end he was reminded
That it's just touch or the feeling of expectance, our lack of repentance
The truth?
Is out there waiting for you
I keep a close track on all my roaming thoughts
For they are the path to my head and heart
She keeps her distance from open arms
She once took a spin on his wheel of boyish charm
It's not that I hate myself
I'm just aware of the condition I'm in
She keeps finding flaws in the mirror
She'll never stop until deemed perfect by her peers