Every minute is arranged
Every moment lasts a day
But thinking about it can't help me let go, I know.
Talk, talking a lot, but it's still talk
Gotta love how it's somehow all on me
All the petty scenes
And all the pretty things
Say whatever you want
'Cause I can laugh it off.
I must look like I'm running away
To you at your faster pace
I wonder what it is you could have seen, in me.
I'm the evil one who said.
Gonna let everything just happen
Just like my chest, my ears are proud
The collision is such an ugly sound.