Treacherous Doctor

Could I trust you with my thoughts Or would you use them all against me Can you replace my eyes for yours And see what I really look like I could help you criticize Looking for a sense of relation Where do people want me to be? I can't help but cry on vacation Dressed to unimpress easily Losing sight again I'll go ahead and give your eyes back now You go on, go on So what's the point of connecting to anyone? Is a relationship bought or is it won? Are the things I think are important Simply just distractions from death? All of my ideas turn to content They can be conceived 'til they're read Lost my words again It doesn't matter 'Cause you wouldn't understand Love, it isn't life in the twenties Nothing much to look forward to I can't help but cry on vacation Is this the way to exit my youth? Oh Hey, treacherous doctor Do you know what's the matter with me? Hey, treacherous doctor Do you know what's the matter with me?