Borderline, Pt. 2 (Live)

Prostrating in bed Miscounting sheep I was worried about the way that You had felt and Then you told me Your cynical apprehensive sensitivity Has pushed me Into the mid-North American sea So yeah It's over But maybe I'm I'm not so messed up Actively innocent You are the jaded one I'm sorry for the hurtful sentiment In the last chorus I know that you meant the best By being brutally honest We all want acceptance Of our faults and wrongs and insecurities And my ill-fittingly designed upholstery I pull my last hair out Cause if I'm really that messed up My active innocence is becoming undone Am I really that messed up? Okay, I believe you I need help sometimes Losing my f****** mind Am I who I want? I'm on the borderline