You let her go again Beginning of another end You're talkin' to yourself "Was she meant for someone else?" Your right hand is not a man Waitin' 'til you kick the can You don't mind The emptiness is fine And all that you can muster is I'm aware The condition that I'm in has got to change Am I deranged? 'Cause the look on your face Plus the hand on her shoulder Living on imagination that you'd hold her Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine Never a man of many words Opened the door just to see if it's locked And now she's gone and you're blocked Will I will never understand the game you play Is it rigged or am I shit? I just can't catch a break With every move I unmake Oh, the echoing room And the night getting older Living on imagination that you'd hold her Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine ♪ 'Cause the look on your face Plus the hand on her shoulder Living on imagination that you'd hold her Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine The Sunday night market And the handing of helmets Wishing that you could've had blacked out eyelids Oh-ooh, I was only trying to seem like I was fine