I can’t seem to move past the praise, Past the chase, past the pretty lies I was too blind to decode in your embrace How you want me, but you don’t? How there’s no one like me but they all are when you need some? I can’t seem to find solace in water alone Or in mantra lines or in all the fish in the sea Or in the bullshit that’s supposed to heal me when I’m torn When the tequila is weaker than your moans and your cologne and though I’m grown and I’m strong I still can’t find my way home I can’t seem to be able to…