a quarter closer to the end and you sit stone cold, alone thinking things cannot possibly get worse the neutral walls that won't forgive the jutting concrete furniture what could have been's flushed out by flashing white and blue
you had eight or nine up you getting home was love to you instead got three initials added to your name a picture taken from inside all the charm and the lines won't help you reconvert from what you've done this time
just when you think that i can't believe this is happening to me it does it happens to you
used to believe you're spinning freely loving me requires a key left to bathe in your mistakes loaded with hypocrisy i promise you'll see that this is never happening to me because i live i live right now and i can't see i can't see see past the thought that nothing will ever happen to me so when it does i won't see i won't see won't see the truth that has been sitting right next to me
just when you think i can't believe this is happening to me it does trust me, it happens to all of us
