Testo Small Of My Back

I turned tail the last time
Hit the door for a space to run free
But I got caught in the brambles
Fingernails at the small of my back

Always...

You sold me down the river I'm hanging from the rafters
I'm picking up bad habits
Fingernails at the small of my back

Always...

I can't feel it, I can't need it

Maybe you can tell me
Why the simple things don't faze me
Like being o.k. with where I'm at
And fingernails at the small of my back

Always
I can't feel it, I can't need it
I can't feel it, but I can't shake it