At Most, Two

Staring at the floor, I take some more, and I take some more Arms are numb and I feel dumb We'll, I've been laying here for an hour or two, an hour or two And I've been thinking a thought, or at most, two Coulda sworn there was something I was doing just a minute back Oh, well, I guess it couldn't have mattered that much And hey, wasn't there something I was supposed to say? No matter, I'm too stupid to put it into words anyway Our eyes met, I think, I don't know My sight's too blurry and my mind is too slow I don't think we've met and I think we never will My heart's too quick and my head is too slow Now I know your face and dreams and such But if anyone asks, I won't remember much I'm supposed to love you, but I don't think I can When I wanna hold you I don't know who I am My rock and roll confessional is living without love It hurts to think of all the times I haven't been enough I don't see a way to go where I won't be alone I guess my eyes are blind to see a path that's not my own And with the sullen croak of my pain-ridden voice I naively talk of dreams of having any choice I walk the line my father walked, I walk it with a smile I walk the line of lucid dreams, I walk it in denial I walk the lines that you won't walk, I walk them with a smile on my face