I need something else to get me through thisSimichon kind of life, maybe, yeahI need someone else, I'm not listening when we say goodbyeWe're only eleven months in, and it's already feeling like thisI don't wanna figure out how much I'm about to miss youI know you wanna make me your home, but I'm still rolling stoneThat's all I've ever known, I know I'm about to miss youIt kinda makes sense on paper, and it kinda feels good right nowIt kinda looks good on paperIt kinda looks good on paper, and it kinda feels good right nowAnd you really look good right now, butI need something else to get me through thisSimichon kind of life, maybe, yeahI need someone else, I'm not listening when we say goodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeI need something else, something elseI didn't want it in this way, as we gradually fade to greyBut it doesn't matter now, how much I'm about to miss youIt kinda makes sense on paper, and it kinda feels good right nowIt kinda looks good on paper, and you really look good right nowIt kinda looks good on paper, and you really look good right now, butI need something else to get me through thisSimichon kind of life, maybe, yeahI need someone else, I'm not listening when we say goodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeGoodbyeBye.