You let her go again, beginning of another end
You're talking to yourself, was she meant for someone else?
Your right hand is not a map, you wait until you kick the can
You don't mind, the emptiness is fine
And all that you can muster is ammo with the condition that I'm in
Has got to change, am I deranged?
Cause the look on your face plus the hand on her shoulder
Live in an imagination that you'd hold her
I was only trying to seem like I was fine
Never am I out of many words
Open the door just to see if it's locked
Now she's gone and you're blocked
Well I will never understand the game you play
Is it rigged or am I ***? I just can't catch a break
With every move I unmake
Oh the echoing boom and the night getting older
Live in an imagination that you'd hold her
Oh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine
Oh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine
Cause the look on your face plus the hand on her shoulder
Live in an imagination that you'd hold her
Oh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine
The Sunday night market and the hand in love helmets
Wishing that you could have had blacked out eyelids
Oh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine