These Things

It's the mornings that I seem to do the best
 When you call and I pretend that I am fine
 And I'm thinkin' it'd be good to take a rest
 And I'm thinkin' it'd be good to cut the line
 I am out here always waitin' on a song
 I am waitin' for the nothin' I know
 I've been waitin' for a soul that I know
 I was waitin', but my nothin' never showed
 Give me someone strong
 Give me somethin' real
 Give me someone broken
 Somethin' that I can feel
 I don't know why I need these things
 I know a girl, she's as pretty as the sun
 And she paints a different color every day
 And she knows just how to make me come undone
 And I'm thinkin' it'd be nice to love that way
 Give me someone strong
 Give me somethin' real
 Give me someone broken
 Someone I can feel
 I don't know why I need these things
 I don't know why I need these
 Things to come and shake me up and tell me I'm alive
 I need these signs to come and wake me up and show me to get by
 I need these things to shed a light on the nothin' that's inside
 These broken eyes of mine, I wonder what's inside of mine
 I had a friend, but I just had to let him go
 And he sank down to the bottom of his field
 I cut him loose so he would never have to know
 What it's like to live with monsters around here
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 Give me somethin' wrong
 Give me somethin' real
 Give me someone busted
 Somethin' that I can feel
 I don't know why I need these things
 I don't know why I need these things
 I don't know why I need these things
 I don't know why I need these things