Same old conversation
Low-grade imitation
Of how we used to play off each other
Freedom into friction
Teasing at the stitching
Till I can feel us starting to fray

You know it's me that I'm tired of
I don't wanna push you away

Maybe I shoulda told you
I've been feeling kinda low
I just thought if I told you
You maybe wouldn't wanna know me

Outdone on the insights
Old tricks never land right
They keep on talking over the punchlines
No end to the mission
No wheezing benediction
To send you nodding into the night

You know it's me I'm ashamed of
I don't want to push you away

Maybe I shoulda told you
I've been feeling kinda low
I just thought if I told you
You maybe wouldn't wanna know me

If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away

If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away
If you're gone, then forget it
If you're gone, already away