you’ll have to try harder to hold me
i’m getting better at running away
i cannot see how it all works out
i don’t believe a thing that you say

if i am special, then i’m rare
and that makes me harder to find
but i’ve been picked up and put down
i have been left behind

tell me something that i know to be true
say i’m broken and i don’t know what to do
i want to believe you
so tell me what’s wrong…..with me

like old Rip Van, i’m up and confused
i feel a hope that beaten and bruised
still i slip it on with a big grin
no matter what i’m holding in

you would shoot in like the sunshine
you’d convince me to see everything bright
now it’s a fake, tired old line
your more of a flourescent light