I can't believe it You of all things It's been a while Memories teem Some kind of ending Lingering In my tresedo Internally Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me Swaying the sentiments pulling the strings Tempting me softly but killing the dream You say it's over but maybe. It's the same old thing. I can't believe it You of all things Counting the moments Deviously In-turning our parts Reconnecting Tranquilized slowly Inside of me Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me Swaying the sentiments pulling the strings Tempting me softly but killing the dream You say it's over but maybe. It's the same old thing I gave the softest smarts Trapped by the darkest parts Whispered the tendered thoughts Made of alderestic scenes Ribbons and Detours mean nothing to me Swaying the sentiments pulling the strings Tempting me softly but killing the dream You say it's over but maybe. It's the same old thing It's the same old thing It's the same old thing It's the same old thing