I, I get so anxious My god, how it does it burn I get so uptight around my friends I never feel more treacherous Sometimes I don't feel like being close Sometimes I can't let go Last night, I had a dream Only I would understand Vast lands of confusion I visit every time, clawing through my gut And when you think about it It seems so inevitable That this time I'm right About a lot of things It hurts so much to be wrong Sometimes I don't feel like being close Sometimes I can't let go Knife-like hugs feeling warm and sharp That's not a devil in my arms Years go by between the first and the last Standing still in the immediate past Knife-like hugs feeling warm and sharp Last time I try to tell you how I feel