Waiting at the airport lost and found
Watching machines push suitcases round and round
Got a lot of baggage in my mind
Pick a pretty package, see what´s still left inside

I thought when I was older, I would be on top
I thought the jealousy would drop
But it never stops

I´ve got a strange obsession
Of mixing love and loss, but at what cost?
I´m protecting myself from emotional healing

Got a lot of friends inside my brain
Head and heart, past and present, harmony and pain
Everybody´s telling me to run
Find the sequence, pull the trigger, self-sabotage for fun

I thought when I was older, I would be on top
I thought the jealousy would drop

But it never stops

I´ve got a strange obsession
Of mixing love and loss, but at what cost?
I´m protecting myself from emotional healing

I thought when I was older, I would be on top
I thought the jealousy would drop
But it never stops

I´ve got a strange obsession
Of mixing love and loss, but at what cost?
I´m protecting myself from emotional healing