Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile?

If there's a right thing to say, I'm sure I missed it by a mile

Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood

I wanna hold you close, but I can't lift my arms up

Is there a reason for this distance?

More than the drug that floats my days

A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed

I've got a saint, never ever will forgive

That never understood me but still tells me how to live

It fits when I stretch and I stretch because I can

I stretch until I'm sore and then I open up for more

I do it out of habit, not addiction

And if I give it up, clean out my blood

Will I still feel bored and disconnected?

If I do it all for love, will I ever give enough?

‘Cuz you can never be too pure or too connected

You can never be too pure or too connected

You can never be too pure