We're running out cold
We can't be this old
Why am I just running on

Fumes of my ex
I think she put a hex
On my outlook
so I'll be

Gone
Gone
By the numbers
Gone
Gone
torn a sunder
Gone
Gone
Replace my wonder
With doubt.

I'm living off fumes
I'm missing the shrooms
I'm missing the rooms
of my home that's mine

I can't get upset
It's my fault you met
The man
cnd I'll let you be, alone

Gone
Gone
By the numbers
Gone
Gone
torn a sunder
Gone
Gone
Replace my wonder
With doubt.

Gone
Gone
By the numbers
Gone
Gone
torn a sunder
Gone
Gone
Replace my wonder
With doubt