Too Pure

Is something missing in my touch?
A tension tugging at my smile
If there's a right thing to say
I'm sure I missed it by a mile
Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood
I want to hold you close
But I can't lift my arms up

Is there a reason for this distance?
More than the drug that floats my days
A nervous bug in my system
It keeps me edgy and ashamed
I've got a saint, never ever will forgive
That never understood me
But still tells me how to live
It fits when I stretch and I stretch because I can

I stretch until I'm sore
And then I open up for more
I do it out of habit, not addiction
And if I give it up
Clean out my blood
Will I still feel bored and disconnected?

If I do it all for love, will I ever give enough?
'Cause you can never be too pure or too connected
You can never be too pure or too connected
You can never be too pure