you're an impostor
my hands are tied
the writer's fallen memory
well
it lied
yesterday plays back again and i still lied
subtlety shines on broken glass
but i can't see you on the inside
antiquated broken glass
but i can't see you on the outside
and it's comin around again
it's comin around again
my hands are tied
the writer's fallen memory
well
it lied
yesterday plays back again and i still lied
subtlety shines on broken glass
but i can't see you on the inside
antiquated broken glass
but i can't see you on the outside
and it's comin around again
it's comin around again