Cya

I was thinking 'bout us

And how we're not even me

And now that we're not the question

What is there left to see

If we're not me anymore

And there's no sight of a door

Then maybe it's time to open

Yeah I've been thinking 'bout time

And all the time that we've spent

Trying to answer our questions

That only led to loose ends

If there's no time anymore

And death is knocking our door

Then maybe it's time to open

Yeah I've been thinking 'bout stuff

And every time I felt "me"

And so it brings up the question

When did I really lose it

If I'm not me anymore

And I can't get to the door

Then maybe it's time to start copin'

Yeah I've been thinking 'bout stuff

And every time I felt it

And so it brings up the question

When is that really not me

If I've been me all along

And I'm approaching the door

Then maybe it's time to hope then

Though our role's uptight

Nor we're wrong or right

I don't even think I can exist with you

It is useless to go and try

Yeah I've been thinking 'bout time

And all the time that I've spent

Trying to answer your questions

That only led to loose ends

If there's no time anymore

And you keep knocking my door

Then maybe it's time to close it

Yeah I've been thinking 'bout stuff

(I've been thinking 'bout stuff)

And every time I felt "me"

(And every time I felt weird)

And so it brings up the question

(And so it brings up the question)

When did I really lose it

(When is that really not me)

If I'm not me anymore

(If I've been me all along)

And I can't get to the door

(And I'm approaching the door)

Then maybe it's time to close it

(Then maybe it's time to open)

Then maybe it's time to close it

Keep me underneath the bed