The Phantom Limbs - Romance

i know i must have scared you
you’re acting all fucked up
now i’m sitting, scoping, interloping
hanging on to your words
i wouldn’t let you in
cos i’m devoted to the sin
of looking up when no one’s there
it’s easy to pretend
that i’m not looking up the stairs
waiting to run

dammit i’ve got plans that
i don’t even know about
and i’ll use them as excuses
when i go about the finding out

but don’t look at me in scorn
you’ve got a lot of nerve for doing so
i’ve achieved so much i’m
ready to go out drip a little blood it’s nothing but the seeding
of a few plants (romance)
i forgive myself
won’t you do the same
it’s not the same
when self-doubt creeps in

been waiting for the shake-up
nothing falls too far from home
been looking for the slip-up
just for action

damn near too exciting
and is this passion or an exercise
do i feel this or not?
let it out
what’s it all about
blank head, just a big blank head
push your head down far below
but don’t you go on forever
don’t seem to be getting anywhere
how can something seem to ascend
when it’s not going anywhere
not going anywhere