Just a question mark
Hanging in the dark
Fixed to something broken
Obsessed with the unspoken
It's an empty face
An unrelenting grave
I could never severe
Waiting for forever
I'm collecting dust
Sitting on the shelf, next to all the stuff (Hey, hey)
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (The apology)
You could never say, "It's okay," metaphysical
Every single day, asking, "Hey, was it real?" Oh
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (The apology)
I'll just take the pain
Claws over the wound
Fantasize lips moving
Saying something other than, "I wish you the best"
I'm collecting dust
Sitting on the shelf, next to all the stuff (Hey, hey)
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (The apology)
You could never say, "It's okay," metaphysical
Every single day, asking, "Hey, was it real?" Oh
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (The apology)
You could never say, "It's okay," metaphysical
Every single day, asking, "Hey, was it real?" Oh
Definition of insane, on replay inside my brain
You could never say, "It's okay" (The apology)
Ah-ooh, ah
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts
I'm collecting dust
Sitting on the shelf, next to all the stuff (Hey, hey)
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (The apology)
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