Your love spreads like ivy vines
Couldn't pull them out even if I tried
Stole my lips and greyed my eyes
The fallout will be televised
Remember all the plans we made
The mirror's eyes look dead and glazed
Can't close or far away
But my face remains the same, unfazed

I will never be
Close to your idea of me

I can sing and play guitar
But I'll never be a superstar
And just do the work, and all you can
But be sure to have a backup plan

I will never be
Close to your idea of me

Clenching my fist, raging
Throwing your shit around the room
Nothing else exists, decaying
Searching but I can't find you
Names on my phone, changing
Looking for anyone new
Straying off the road, retrograding
Need a place to vanish into

Raging, throwing your shit around the room
Decaying, searching but I can't find you
Changing, looking for anyone new
Retrograding, need a place to vanish into