Disarray

I can't resist
The beauty of the disarray
My memory of this
Will forever exist
I have one wish
That you would be the man you were
When I was twenty-six
Nothing broken to fix

Well, I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my therapist's right
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my therapists' right

Now I'm torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure
Keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done
And I'm the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure
Keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn, torn, torn

I must admit
The ride was often fun at times
But I refused to sit
Then I reconsidered it
Will you desist
The beauty of security's
Impossible to miss
A heartbreaking twist

Oh, I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right

Oh, I'm torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure
Keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done
And I'm the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure
Keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done
And you're the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure
Keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn, torn

I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
I got to sleep late last night
Maybe my therapist's right