No Matter What I Do, I'm Going

Half Of My Heart’s Got A Grip On The Situation, Half Of My Heart Takes Time.

I'll Never Let Your Head Hit The Bed Without My Hand Behind It.

And I Start Sleeping And Dreaming And I Think I'll Dream About You, All Through The Night.

I Have These Accidents, These Mistakes, These Self-inflicted Wounds, And Then I Tear My Head To Shreds About It For Days.

I Find Myself In Situations That I Know Would Be Unbelievable Pictures And I Have To Gauge, Is This Worth Taking The Camera Out? Am I Gonna Lose The Moment? Am I Gonna Get A Dirty Look From Sting?