Why do you need a scoreboard if we’re not keeping points
Where is all the freedom if I don’t have a choice
I can hear the way you feel in the vibrations of your voice
But the words you speak aren’t directed at me and they sound like background noise.
How do I behave in terms of the outside world
How can alter myself enough on the days that I am yours
Who gave us power when the heatwave sent a breeze
Where can I find what’s truly mine- when I can hardly see.