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 man

Waiting 'til you kick the can

You don't mind

The emptiness is fine

And all that you can muster is I'm aware

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

Living on imagination that you'd hold her

Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine

Never a man of many words

Opened the door just to see if it's locked

And now she's gone and you're blocked

Well I will never understand the game you play

Is it rigged or am I shit

I just can't catch a break

With every move I unmake

Oh, the echoing room

And the night getting older

Living on imagination that you'd hold her

I was only trying to seem like I was fine

I was only trying to seem like I was fine

'Cause the look on your face

Plus the hand on her shoulder

Living on imagination that you'd hold her

I was only trying to seem like I was fine

The Sunday night market

And the handing of helmets

Wishing that you could've had blacked out eyelids