Always A Second - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I will never sleep, 'til I'm rid of all the things under my bed

I will never leave 'til I get your disposition in my head

Why do my hands suddenly feel as if they're new?

Why am I living just a second behind you?

I was never yours, though the name and the address lead back to you

So I will never go, 'til you make me, 'til I'm forcibly removed

Why are your eyes such a different shade of white?

Why are your words always a second before mine?

'Cause we can only go as far as we can see

Why are you living just an hour ahead of me?

'Cause this was not the way

That this was s'posed to go

So get out your butane

'Cause we will not be told