Lyrics

I used to spend a lot of time alone
I could drift into my own zone
It wasn't bad or wrong
It just was the way I was then

Now I'm left with a foggy notion
I have lost a sense of connection
There's a search on for sick inspiration
And you keep looking into my direction


CHORUS
My direction, my direction
You're always looking into the wrong places



Is there something? Give me something original
There's enough information overload
I've become a twisted compiled form
You don't even know a copy from the original

I'm used to being alone
I can always think more clearly
It wouldn't be so bad or wrong
If you weren't looking into my direction


CHORUS
My direction, my direction
You're always looking into the wrong places


ENDING
I offer it up for you
I offer it up for you
I offer it up for you
I offer it up for you