And I'm trying. Maybe I'm dying. I can fake a broken heart as a symptom.
And I'm hoping that you're choking on all your dreams and aspirations.

And I know you're not the one.
And you know I'm not the one.
And I know you're not the one I'm looking for.

I fell in love here. I'm getting old dear. I was talking to myself about nothing.
I am gone now. So, so long now. And you're nodding off to sleep in the morning.

I was dreaming. So please forgive me. Because I know not a single thing can ever last.

And we're crying. Maybe we're dying. And we can't care enough to even care now