the mic is a pillow

Something in the way I feel Something in the way I feel I can't write a song if it's not about you  How does it feel And I weep at the thought of you  For you, was it real Can't even recall the last fight  If it wasn't with myself  Maybe I cannot sleep tonight  If you're with anybody else  And when your sister calls, yeah I try my best  Not to bring you up, get it off my chest  And the likelihood of my heart undressed  If I hand it to you, could you take the rest The rest Something in the way I feel Something in the way I feel Something in the way I feel Something in the way I feel Can't even recall the last fight If it wasn't with myself And all we ever talk about is sorry 'Cause you could never admit that you want me And everything about me is evolving 'Cause you are not the one that I am holding Something in the way I feel Something in the way I feel Feel