Anything Anymore Anyway
We've never been in the same room but I still feel like
I'd build your tomb up on the moon and is this real life
I was comfortable with being everything you wanted me
To be except exactly what you wanted me to be
Now I'm stuck like the lock on the box underneath of your bed
That you keep all your toys in I'm feeling like an asshole
Falling through a black hole swallowing a capsule of poison
You said you thought about me on your wedding day
I don't feel anything anymore anyway
I'd build your tomb up on the moon and is this real life
I was comfortable with being everything you wanted me
To be except exactly what you wanted me to be
Now I'm stuck like the lock on the box underneath of your bed
That you keep all your toys in I'm feeling like an asshole
Falling through a black hole swallowing a capsule of poison
You said you thought about me on your wedding day
I don't feel anything anymore anyway
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Writer(s): James Deverter
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