I'm fashionless, but I tried last Friday hoping you'd notice.
But due to alcohol I was that much less of a success.
I watched my world walk away on two legs.
Embaressed I stumbled home on mine.
And though it's my instinct
that you're what I want,
I must erase you from my thoughts
via the hard way.
I find my fondness for you so unnerving
much like the crease in your lips soothing
Relying on instincts
that you're what I want
instead of giving in
we could say we tried
I have tried my best to let this out
I fear I'll fail you as I've failed myself
Relying on instinct, so don't be shy
I must erase you from my mind
I must erase you from my mind
I must erase you from my thoughts