Never Been (Things I've Always Been Meaning To Say)
Sleepy eyes and a dreamy mind is all I have tonight,
Just like the light I see behind my tired own reflection looking at me.
And I often wonder when looking at myself in the light,
If I’m someone normal or if it’s a case of introspection of all I can be.
I think I know the root of my problem’s as a whole,
My priorities are in an order that’s never made much sense at all,
And I expect all the good things in my life to just unroll,
Without a single drop of motivation from every god I try to call.
And so I’ve never been too good at this thing they call the dating game,
Never been good at goodbyes too, not much kop at hellos all the same.
And I’m petrified that for the rest of my days,
I might spend them wishing I was just about anyone else to you.
And I wonder if I’ll ever accommodate myself,
Inside this concave shell of mine and settle on trying to break through.
You see, I’m riddled with this sensitive old mind of mine,
And a jumble of words I wish my wasted voice could sing right aloud.
But I’ve never been one to speak my thoughts by design,
Cause I’ve never truly played any part of life’s bitter popular crowd.
And so I’ve never been too good at this thing they call the dating game,
Never been good at goodbyes too, not much kop at hellos all the same.
And so I’ve never been one to show the love I have inside my plastic heart,
Never been one to kiss my mother, not one to hug my dad for a start.
And so I’ve never been into drinking my sorrows till I can’t see ahead of me,
Never been into breaking the rules, never been into any form of herbal tea.
And so I’ve never been close to knowing just who I’m meant to be on earth,
Never been close to romantic love, never been close to much since my birth.
That’s right, I’ve never been anything of any note,
Nothing more than just another wild oat.
Never been anything of real note to you,
Nothing more than another boy you once knew.
