Tapes

Words and Music by ADDA

You said you've got nothing to look forward to
I would like to disagree
If you could see the world through my eyes
You'd know that I look forward to you

I've opened up a can of worms
And I'll soon be cleaning the fan
I'm kicking myself for my own apathy
I've become a stereotypical man

Rob Gordon, when's this gonna stop?
It seems I'm always making tapes in my head
I've written plenty of my own poetry
But what I'm thinking has already been said

You continue to haunt my mind
But that's not as bad as it sounds
If you could see the world through my eyes
You'd see it's brighter when you're around

I want to be here with you
But I shouldn't be here at all
I want to tell you but I guess I can't
You're the one for whom I fall

Rob Gordon, when's this gonna stop?
It seems I'm always making tapes in my head
I've written plenty of my own poetry
But what I'm thinking has already been said

All these songs, were they written for you?
These people all feel the same way I do
I am living my life between headphones
So you're there with me when I'm alone

You tear me up inside
It's a secret that I can't tell you
You see the problems inherent
But don't leave because your presence soothes

I'm not pround of the way I feel
But I won't trade it for anything
If you could see the world through my eyes
You'd know you make me feel like a king

Rob Gordon, when's this gonna stop?
It seems I'm always making tapes in my head
I've written plenty of my own poetry
But what I'm thinking has already been said