You still seem like a doodle
From the tip of my pencil
Along the faded lines
And into my arms

It’s just so hard, everything between us
My hands that I offered you seem to have cooled
Maybe we’re learning that it’s not easy to change ourselves
But the tail of question is growing longer
All of this is getting scribbled on my note, without a stream of conscience
All the good things, no, all the things that could’ve been good with me
You slowly draw out without a stream of conscience

Yeah why, why, why
Why me?
See how I can’t do anything
We keep doing this
Don’t just pass me by
I’d feel too empty to remain here
See how I can’t do anything
We keep doing this

You still seem like a doodle
From the tip of my pencil
Along the faded lines
And into my arms

Love is always complicated, to me anyway
The more I like someone, the more foolish I get
I’ve gotten as tired as I could be
Sometimes, I feel bad for myself
Singing this as if it’s nothing
Sometimes, my stained emotions mean nothing like some doodles
But it makes things more complicated, this is me
But why do you keep going backwards, why do you keep going backwards
Don’t just leave me here, take my heart with you faraway

Scribbling on the piece of paper
All the images left on it
If only that was me
If only that was me
If only that was me, every night

I know that I’m not there
At the tip of your fingers
But from the tip of mine
You’re only growing

You still seem like a doodle
From the tip of my pencil
Along the faded lines
And into my arms

Scribbling on the piece of paper
All the images left on it
If only that was me
If only that was me
If only that was me, every night