Maybe it's nothing
Or maybe I'll be dealing with this
Til I am 50
And there's nothing left
I've never lost it
The question's always gonna be how high can I fall from this time?
We're in separate circles
Well I think of you all the time
Do I lie to myself like you lied to me?
We always required some suspension of disbelief
I thought I'd healed, thought I'd left you
You with you sicknesses and I
I with mine
I know it's over
I know that you don't think of me
Til I am unsure
And you rear your head in dreams
Is nothing as it seems?