I Don't Feel a Thing

I feel the sun on my face 

peeking through the blinds,

of your fifth story apartment 

you ask what happened last night?

And I replied with a smile 

and swiftly roll my eyes.

If you could scoot over an inch 

you're almost on my side. 

There are clues 

floating through the sky.

When will you realize 

I'm not like your other friends. 

I walk weary and end up asleep in your bed 

with a slowing heart and lungs out of breath.

I'll never repeat what you said.

Listen close to the sound I can make with my hands

reminds me of hope that we had 

if it means anything I wish you the best.

I see that look on your face 

now you are feeling fine,

or could you use some water or rest 

or maybe sunlight.

To prove you're mine 

I've counted all the times 

we've shut your blinds...

There are clues 

floating through the sky.

When will you realize 

I'm not like your other friends. 

And as we walked it turned to night 

our heads hung low but we were high. 

And the steps we took were in perfect time 

so the strangest day turned to boring night.

Oh no I'm alone again.

- I Don't Feel A Thing by Ugly Colors