I should listen to what you're saying but my monologue's on
I don't feel anything at the moment I'm hovering numb
Never took anyone home on a Friday night
No one in person but that's alright
Watch some Bildungsroman and I'm
Just seeing a past and future that could have been mine
Can't make up for the years I wasted online
I know I was impossible
What I wanted was undesirable, and
We will be irreconcilable
I am responsible
Wasn't there
I was somewhere else instead
You can promise I'm still what you wanted
But I'm thinking five stages ahead
Family gatherings, I'd leave to check the phone
I'd come back after hearing awful things, I had to feel it alone
It's gradual then it's too late
For most people to relate
To how I felt there was something they didn't know
Wasn't there
I was somewhere else instead
I know you promise I'm still what you wanted
But I'm thinking five stages ahead
Never parked my car
Never dropped my phone
Never slept on the floor
I only thought about me
Never a rotten one
Never heard that song until recently
Because I missed out
I was motionless
I was hoping it would change
Never sharp enough to speak
I typed in a screen
Never had what
Everyone else writes about
I missed out
Try to make up for the lost time
I have a lot to answer for
Try to make up for the lost time
If it's worth leaving what I was before
Found comfort in the catatonic state
I think that's okay
If I made it through
But it gets harder to never face
With their hands were all over
Their hands were all over it doesn't matter to me