| I was losing my mind in the abstract
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| Looking for something to bring me down
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| I was falling apart at the bottom
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| Looking for a way to get farther down
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| I could read my emotions and moves
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| Like the heat gauge in my car
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| I could tell by my engine
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| I wasn’t gonna make it far
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| I’ve spent my time looking for a balance
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| Or a heaven in countless dusty pages
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| I’m not one for absolute reason
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| Or logic to guide my way
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| I can hear the word codependency
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| Falling freely from my therapy gone wrong
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| Without my baby
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| This whole wide world seems wrong
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| And I’m not talking months or weeks or days or hours
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| One minute is far too long
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| I want to be inside her and stay beside her
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| And let her keep me strong
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| She is the method to my madness
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| She’s the place where I belong
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| Without my baby
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| This whole wide world seems wrong
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| Now I’m dripping with love, it’s all over me
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| Baby’s hands, what I knew they could be
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| And I’ve had enough of shallow water, today I’m gonna' drown
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| And dive into my baby without a sound
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| And I’m not talking months or weeks or days or hours
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| One minute is far too long
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| I want to be inside her and stay beside her
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| And let her keep me strong
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| She is the method to my madness
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| She is the place where I belong
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| Without my baby
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| This whole wide world seems wrong
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| Without my baby
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| This whole wide world seems wrong
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| Without my baby
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| This whole wide world seems wrong
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| Without my baby
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| This whole wide world seems wrong |