I can't believe it
You of all things
It's been a while
Memories teem
Some kind of ending
Lingering
In my tresedo
Internally
Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me
Swaying the sentiments pulling the strings
Tempting me softly but killing the dream
You say it's over but maybe.
It's the same old thing.
I can't believe it
You of all things
Counting the moments
Deviously
In-turning our parts
Reconnecting
Tranquilized slowly
Inside of me
Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me
Swaying the sentiments pulling the strings
Tempting me softly but killing the dream
You say it's over but maybe.
It's the same old thing
I gave the softest smarts
Trapped by the darkest parts
Whispered the tendered thoughts
Made of alderestic scenes
Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me
Swaying the sentiments pulling the strings
Tempting me softly but killing the dream
You say it's over but maybe.
It's the same old thing
It's the same old thing
It's the same old thing
It's the same old thing
