W I T H O U T Zubin

[Verse]
At what point should I stop
Take notice of my feelings
Try to catch my breathing
Regretting this all weekend

What do I
Keep on just repeating
Same old fuckin sequence
I'm going with no meaning

I don't want to waste no more
Of nobody's time
Hope you know I treat you, babe
You know I got you in my eye

But I can't be ignored, like them other boys
Don't got it in me to
Not too much is left inside my body, my heart
My hands, so weak now

Your touch
Your touch
Your touch
On my knees now