Maybe it's nothing Or maybe I'll be dealing with this Til I am 50 And there's nothing left I've never lost it The question's always gonna be how high can I fall from this time? We're in separate circles Well I think of you all the time Do I lie to myself like you lied to me? We always required some suspension of disbelief I thought I'd healed, thought I'd left you You with you sicknesses and I I with mine I know it's over I know that you don't think of me Til I am unsure And you rear your head in dreams Is nothing as it seems?