What I Claim

Half my life, spent on things I analyze
I’m broken now or something of the sort
I want to get away from all of my mistakes
That often push me down, down
Ooh I will wait to talk to you another day
Recognize that once in a while I’m not what I claim
And all my time and wasted life
I know am to blame — so I turn away
All the other half, spent on not forgiving me
For all the things I’ve done
No you’re not the same you love me anyway
But I don’t understand
Ooh I will wait to talk to you another day
Recognize that once in a while I’m not what I claim
And all my time and wasted life
I know am to blame — so I turn away
Can I find a place
(Now I run to your arms)
Didn’t I find your grace
Where nothing is the same
(Where I can escape me)
Nothing holds against me
But recognize that once in a while I’m not what I claim
And all my time and wasted life
I know am to blame — so I turn away
I turn, I turn away