The mic is a pillow

Something in the way I feel
Something in the way I feel

I can't write a song if it's not about you
How does it feel
And I weep at the thought of you
For you, was it real

Can't even recall the last fight
If it wasn't with myself
Maybe I cannot sleep tonight
If you're with anybody else

And when your sister calls, yeah I try my best
Not to bring you up, get it off my chest
And the likelihood of my heart undressed
If I hand it to you, could you take the rest
The rest

Something in the way I feel
Something in the way I feel
Something in the way I feel
Something in the way I feel

Can't even recall the last fight
If it wasn't with myself

And all we ever talk about is sorry
'Cause you could never admit that you want me
And everything about me is evolving
'Cause you are not the one that I am holding

Something in the way I feel
Something in the way I feel
Feel