Samantha Crain And The Midnight Shivers - In Smithereens, the Search for Affinity lyrics

what is it exactly you want from me? an arm, a leg, my own two feet? should i beg for a hit in the head from your hammer made of sledge? you can't live with an obsession so i have an idea let's make love until it's true or becomes hatred and i don't really care if you call me another name truth is, i like it about the same the same, the same i'm pulling coins from my sock to buy you a drink 'cause you only hold me when you're not thinking i know that doesn't say much for me but i'm one step away from talking to myself am i to feel bad about it? am i to feel bad about it? i'm to feel bad about it i'm to feel bad about it i'm to feel bad about it i won't say i'm needy but i won't say i'm fine not a median of sorts, or a tie that binds so can't we just be two troubled souls in need? and nothing more to speak of, to speak of