Keep wasting more time, ‘cause you’re afraid to start
Never bother to look; there is nothing to find
Keep clinging on; it’s our usual habit
Never bother to reach, ‘cause you’re already there
That feeling you have; it’s nothing to change
That feeling that you’re bad; it’s your usual habit
Feel as wretched as you please
No need to amend
I love your wreck; it’s my usual problem
Where will you be, when baby opens her eyes
When you’re wanting anything, you’re unsatisfied
She’s asking about you; it’s her usual habit
You can tell her yourself, if you’re already there
Clouds block the sun; it’s their usual habit
But, the sun in its brilliance, is already there
And the blink of an I, can awaken a moment
Who you truly are, fitting, and already there
When You Were Mine 