Parked inside, of the Agency
Wondering if, you can sneak away with me
I'll admit, I've been losing sleep
Rightfully true, Your doctorcology
When you whisper you don't think of me that way
When I mention you don't mean that much to me
To me
An outcaster, marred in society
Sufering from, a case of sombriety
Shortcoming, well you can take you pick
When you are catering to, one of your nervous ticks
When you whisper you don't think of me that way,
When I mention you don't mean that much to me,
To me
You know that it won't take much longer before it's raw
You know that it will take much longer now that I'm gone
It's gone
The sun, is gone
When you whisper you don't think of me that way
When I mention you don't mean that much to me
When you whisper you don't think of me that way
When I mention you don't mean that much to me
To me
To me
To me
To me
To me