Conversations seem pointless
but a whisper's still sound
I'm just trying to feel something
Cause I'm numb to the point I am fine
Man this liquor's done nothing
And that image still stuck in my mind
If I could go back, what would I change?
tell me what would I say?
I look forward to call or at least try
I can't help I hate saying goodbye
It just all feels unfinished,
like something ain't right
I can't finish the sentence,
I'm holding my breath, I'm counting to ten
I pray that I wake up in all of their sins
when they ask how I've been
but Lord knows what I'm feeling
I'm just trying to feel something
Cause I'm numb to the point I am fine
And this liquor's done nothing
And that image still stuck in my mind
If I could go back, what would I change?
tell me, what would I say?
I look for ward, the call of each try
I can't help but hate saying goodbye
I'm holding my breath, I'm counting to ten
I pray that I wake up in all of this sin
when they ask how I've been
but Lord knows what I did
I'm just trying to feel something
I'm just trying to feel something
I'm just trying to feel something
but a whisper's still sung
I'm just trying to feel something
Cause I'm numb to the point I am fine
Man, this liquor's done nothing
And that image still stuck in my mind
If I could go back, what would I change?
Probably forward the call of each tribe
I can't help but hate saying