Some things are meant to change

Some things you just can't say

Like, "I told you so"

No one blew out the flame

Some things will never change

Ooh, what if I noticed?

Ooh, but I was broken

I was getting kinda used to you in focus

Ooh, I think you know this

Chipping at the corners of myself

Against the better judgment of my health

To keep the peace and keep a light on

Before you know it, I had slowly been erased

What was a sculpture had become a lump of clay

And now there's nothing left to love there

But you could find it elsewhere

Ooh, what if I noticed?

Ooh, but I was broken

I was getting kinda used to you in focus (Used to you)

Ooh, I think you know this

I was getting kinda used

I was getting kinda used