Just wait, Iâll surprise you yet, this life that I live is so full of regret.
She screams, this isnât who I want to be.
She screams, this isnât who I want to be.
Itâs never over.
I wanted it to be, more significant, weâre lost again.
We paint this perfect picture, of impracticalities, (this isnât who I want to be.)
Slowdance to this silence, douse the hall with gasoline.
Weâll burn this city down and make the sinners come clean.
who said weâre meant for more? I feel Iâm never content
Iâm sick of feeling this way, Iâll urge myself to repent
I wanted it to be, more significant, weâre lost again.
We paint this perfect picture, of impracticalities, (this isnât who I want to be.)
And through it all, whoâs sick and alone now?
Why are we so fucking ignorant?
I donât know
This isnât who I want to be.