(Verse 1)

Buffer my immediate distaste

For the fact you’re a non-lover

It’s the one regret that takes place

I could sit for hours in limbo

Counting down the days

For a move, to swoon

Go to the bar and groove

Loud whispers, quiet thoughts

Decisive action but mixed reactions

(Verse 2)

Your choices get the best of you

Anger comes out no repressing you

Sleeping in bed, you’re my paralysis

Co-sign my health, ill-fated risk

I’m willing to take

But another ghost haunts me

Pull the drapes, sunbeams

Dark soul, bright personality

That’s the way it be

(Hook)

Imagine writing one sentence

One stanza

One song

One album

Not hearing

The dove chirp back

I hate that, and I don’t hate a lot

(Verse 3)

Slip in somethin' skimpy, skinny

You say bye to go buy some time

With the guy never to be sighted

Dipped out quick

What a dime a dozen

Am I the bygone, bygone

You unintentionally mention

Nah I get it

Maybe if it worked out

There’d be nothing to decipher then

It’s just what happens

When we overstep it

(Bridge)

Am I the--

What a dime a dozen

Am I the bygone

Am I the--

Nah I get it

(Hook)

Imagine writing one sentence

One stanza

One song

One album

Not hearing

The dove chirp back

I hate that, and I don’t hate a lot