Conversations - Thrupence, Edward Vanzet

Someplace I belong

Not waking up in empty beds alone

Someone’s kept me down

Reality sends my head spinning around

At times it gets too much

Just the one of being in search

It makes you wanna steal a car

Drive so god damn fast and far

And what am I supposed to do?

I’m shy to hell for you

And what am I supposed to do?

I’m shy to hell for you

On your own

On your own

Someplace I belong

Not waking up in empty beds alone

Someone’s kept me down

Reality sends my head spinning around

I’ve been having a conversation with myself every day

How you doin'?

How’s your pain?

When’s your mind gone rearrange?

Boy, oh boy

And what am I supposed to do?

I’m shy to hell for you

And what am I supposed to do?

I’m shy to hell for you

And what am I supposed to do?

Conversations on your own

Conversations on your own

Conversations on your own

Conversations on your own

Conversations on your own

Conversations on your own

Conversations on your own

Conversations on your own

Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?

Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?

Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?

Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?

Where’s your mind go when you’re on your own?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?

And what am I supposed to do?