You say I've been living outside myself
I put on a happy face for everyone else

You say you read me like a book
Some kind of cheap romance
Tell me, was it worth the time you took
Because everything else, it finishes

I feel weightless, won't you pull me down
Before I get too high and mighty now

You rip out all the pages
Slowly one by one
And it's on the tip of your tongue but the words just go numb

You rip out all the pages
Slowly one by one
And it's on the tip of your tongue
And it's on the tip of your tongue
And it's on the tip of your tongue
And it's on the tip of your tongue