Southern Comfort

Wide eyes always staring into mine.

So is this what it's like having a reason to go outside?

Well maybe I'm better off inside,

Take some time to analyze

Exactly where I went wrong

And why the hell I still bother singing

These stupid self-righteous songs

When my mind is racing. I can't stop thinking.

Well maybe we should try communication,

Or maybe there's some things I'm just not meant to know.

Maybe you can help me see,

Because I'm short-sighted and can't see past my nose.