I turned tail the last time   Hit the door for a space to run free   But I got caught in the brambles   Fingernails at the small of my back      Always…      You sold me down the river   I’m hanging from the rafters   I’m picking up bad habits   Fingernails at the small of my back      Always…      I can’t feel it, I can’t need it      Maybe you can tell me   Why the simple things don’t faze me   Like being o.k. with where I’m at   And fingernails at the small of my back      Always      I can’t feel it, I can’t need it   I can’t feel it, but I can’t shake it