[Verse 1]
Oh your, your picture is still strange
Made it sound as such if you're this way
Every aching word, every [?] breath
It's not what you wanted but it's still something I guess
[Verse 2]
While we were getting high
Were you here waiting on your prize?
And every aching word, each promise of your past
It's not what I wanted but it's still something I guess