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Who am I without wanting you? A shadow tracing something true There’s a part of me that still holds onto you tight To every place you touched in my life I can’t tell where you end, and I begin If it’s your touch I feel or the love I’m in I feel it breathing through your skin Or maybe it’s just me again I stay ‘cause I know I could fall Even when there’s nothing at all Even when the words don’t come out right You never say them, but I hear them in your eyes Do I want you, or do I want the way you make me feel? The way wanting you turns me into real Your hands fit mine like they always knew But what am I holding when there’s no “us” to lose? I think it’s both, and I don’t know why I don’t know me without wanting you nearby Now I don’t know if it’s you I need Or the way you let me believe That caring for you means I care for me Like I’m finally someone I can keep It’s easy to care, easy to want Even when the reason’s gone So do I stay, keep us intertwined Or let the feeling fall behind? Do I want you, or do I want the way you make me feel? The way wanting you turns me into real Your hands fit mine like they always knew But what am I holding when there’s no “us” to lose? I think it’s both, and I don’t know why I don’t know me without wanting you in my life Wanting and waiting, I'm caught in between The closest thing to feeling seen Is it you, or just the proof That my heart still knows what to do? Do I want you, or do I want the way you make me feel? The way your eyes tell me I’m still real Your hands feel right, but the truth cuts through There’s nothing here, still I’m pulled to you I think it’s both, and I won’t deny I don’t know who I am without wanting you tonight So who am I without wanting you? I’m still learning what’s mine and what’s you who am I without wanting you