~Ben Folds~
And what I've thrown away
And where the hell I've ended up
On this glary, random day
Where the things I really cared about,
Just left along the way
For being to pent up and proud
Woke up way too late, feeling hungover and old
And the sun was shining bright and I walked barefoot
Down the road
Started thinking 'bout my old man
It seems that all men want to get into a car and go
Anywhere
Here I stand
Sad and free
I can't cry I can't see
What I've done
Oh God, what have I done?
Don't you know I'm numb, man
No I can't feel a thing at all
'Cause it's all smiles and business these days
And I'm indifferent to the loss
I think that there's a soul somewhere that's leading me around
I wonder if she knows which way is up, and which is down
Here I stand
Sad and free
I can't cry I can't see
What I've done
Oh God, what have I done?
I poured my heart out
I poured my heart out
It evaporated...see?
Blind man on a canyon's edge of a panoramic scene
Maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random
Dangling on a string, or slumped over in a vacant room
Head on a stranger's knee
I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind
Here I stand
Sad and free
I can't cry I can't see
What I've done
Oh God, what have I done?