You let her go again
Beginning of another end
You′re talkin' to yourself"Was she meant for someone else?"
Your right hand is not a man
Waitin′ '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
Will 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
Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine
Oh-ooh, 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
Oh-ooh, 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
Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine
