A gift given

I throw a glance at you

It’s unconvincing

The patterns etched in me

How longer do I trust

How many years do I need to pass

The patterns etched in me

Sit back

Come there

Blink that right light

Swerve the corner like

I can't see you

'Cause I bend forwards and

Backwards for you

I'd turn the clock around

Things have turned me jaded

What if its, not for real?

What if its, not for real?

I count 1 2 3

Feels like history

That ain't just for us

Misplaced misery

I count 1 2 3

Feels like history

That ain't just for us

Misplaced misery

Sit back

Come there

Blink that right light

Swerve thе corner like

I can't see you

Sit back

Come thеre

Blink that right light

Swerve the corner like

I can't see you

'Cause I bend forwards and

Backwards for you

I'd turn the clock around

Things have turned me jaded

What if its, not for real?

What if its, not for real?

'Cause I bend forwards and

Backwards for you

I'd turn the clock around

Things have turned me jaded

What if its, not for real?

What if its, not for real?