Goddamn, not this again!

Here I go again, wasting another melody on you.
And there you go again, content inside your own point of view.
But where am I supposed to be?
Is it alright that I feel this way?
Where am I supposed to be?
If I tell you this, am I pushing you away?

Oh, here we go again, wasting another few days of our time.
And there I go again, crushed by feeling very out of line.
But where exactly is it that you are?
Do you feel alright wherever that place is?
And where the hell is it that you are?
Could you tell me that it's my eyes that you miss?