Hey I am starting to think that I am the problem Fucked up forever, caught in the autumn I traded my youth for, for a list of symptoms And stopped at the trail bend When I left through the garden I'm so close (so close), crawling on all fours Connecting threads from home Looks like I got where I wanted But I lost my love in the process ♪ There's frost on the pavement Yeah, I'll fix what I can While I follow the blazes On trees that are fading fast Now I'm so close, crawling on all fours Connecting threads and losing daylight Looks like I got where I wanted But I lost myself in the garden So I got where I wanted But I lost myself in the process ♪ I just lost myself in the process ♪ And I'm so close Found some power lines through backyards Filled up on coffee The caffeine gets old Yeah, I am the problem Looks like I got where I wanted But I lost my love in the process Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I'm so close Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I'm so close