Second Guessing Cynic

I can’t help myself
I can’t help myself
When I see those
Sons of bitches
Going at it everywhere
I turn my head

I can’t help myself
And so I make a scene
I go on and scream
How I hurt the ones I loved
And how I smiled at the ones
That always made me sick
And then I make a scene

Somewhere along
The river’s end
I turn our love into mud
To figure out
Where to go from here
Isn’t easy but it comes to flood

And somewhere along
The city streets
You’re telling me
There’s no other way
And I don’t really know
Where to go from here
And now we’re running out
Of things to say

It can’t happen any other way
Oh, is there another way

I should’ve called you up
I should’ve called you up
And said that I was wrong
And that I won’t make it
Without you by my side

I never called you up
But I don’t love myself
Oh, is it true that I don’t
Love myself enough to bother
Whether I’m right or wrong
I bite my tongue
I guess I don’t know myself

Somewhere along
The river’s end
I turn our love into mud
To figure out
Where to go from here
Isn’t easy but it comes to flood

And somewhere along
The city streets
You’re telling me
There’s no other way
And I don’t really know
Where to go from here
And now we’re running out
Of things to say

It can’t happen any other way
Oh, is there another way

When you need someone
To love you
Someone to take command
When you’re through
With second guessing
You need to hold a hand

When you need someone
To love you
Someone to take command
When you’re through
With second guessing
You need to hold a hand

Somewhere along
The river’s end
I turn our love into mud
To figure out
Where to go from here
Isn’t easy but it comes to flood

And somewhere along
The city streets
You’re telling me
There’s no other way
And I don’t really know
Where to go from here
And now we’re running out
Of things to say

It can’t happen any other way
It can’t happen any other way
It can’t happen any other way
Oh, is there another way