⟦ Verse 1: leastfavorite! ⟧

I could run, run, run until my legs give out

It's never far enough away

I could try, try, try to figure something out

It only ever lasts a day

Remember the nights spent making you hold me

To mimic the comfort of finding a friend

And then I would try to mend it would break and bend

And then I'd do it all again

⟦ Chorus: leastfavorite! ⟧

Guess it's calling

We were made for falling all apart

I know you're sick of sparring

Time to patch the scarring on your heart

⟦ Verse 2: leastfavorite! ⟧

You could run, run, run until you're out of brеath

But what's the purpose anyway?

I could chalk it all up to an ego dеath

And watch the colors fade to gray

Remember the times you told me you loved me

When I would make sure you'd still say it first

We knew it was ending soon, the impending doom

Of either leaving through the door or a hearse

⟦ Chorus: leastfavorite! ⟧

And all we had was nothing

Wasn't made for loving anyone

You'll find my strength and preach it

I'll attach and leech until you're gone

⟦ Verse 3: dynastic ⟧

Yeah, I never sewed the buttons back onto my favorite shirt

'Cause the needle fails to hold the thread of trying to make it work

So we hold each other in contempt and in each others words

Now, I express

I see galleries of faces

I see galleries

I warned you I was wearing thin, you didn't say a thing

As we lost all focus in the storm and counted the time between

When the bullet of the sky collides with soil underneath

The place we sleep

In the galleries of stasis

In the galleries

⟦ Bridge: leastfavorite! + dynastic ⟧

It was something you said in your sleep

I knew the one in your heart wasn't me

It was something you said in your sleep

I knew the one in your heart wasn't me

It was something you said in your sleep

I knew the one in your heart wasn't me

It was something you said in your sleep

I knew the one in your heart wasn't me

⟦ Chorus: leastfavorite! + dynastic⟧

Guess it's calling

We were made for falling all apart (In the galleries of stasis)

I know you're sick of sparring

Time to patch the scarring on your heart (In the galleries of stasis)

We can work this out

'Cause we've got common ground

And we both want this

I know we both need this badly

I give more than you take

I take more than you have

We both know it wasn't gonna happen for us