Lyrics
Tired is an understatement
Tiredness is an insufficient description of my state.
At least now I'm at rest
At least now I'm finally resting.
Was never any good at goodbyes
I never excelled at bidding farewells.
Just know I tried my best to warn you
I made efforts to caution you beforehand.
I hope you never know what it's like
I wish you never experience the feeling.
To have a memory drain your life force
To have a recollection draining your vitality.
When I went out, know it was in style
My departure was with a certain elegance or flair.
You never missed me while I was alive
You didn't long for my presence when I was alive.
At least that's what, that's what I tell myself
At least that's the narrative I convince myself of.
Yeah, that's what, that's what I tell myself
Yes, that's the story I repeatedly tell myself.
Was only ever loud to try and own my space
I was only loud to claim my own space.
Now I'm floating through your house, gave it all away
Now I'm present throughout your home, having given everything away.
When you open up your door and we're face to face
When we confront each other as you open the door.
You walk through me and I feel you feel my pain
You move through me, sensing my anguish.
I can see your frames are empty
I notice your picture frames are vacant.
Who doesn't love a blank slate?
Who wouldn't appreciate a fresh start?
When I watch them fill with strangers
As I witness them fill with unfamiliar faces.
I'll know I've been replaced
I'll recognize I've been substituted.
At least that's what, that's what I tell myself
At least that's the narrative I convince myself of.
Yeah, that's what, that's what I tell myself
Yes, that's the story I repeatedly tell myself.
Was only ever loud to try and own my space
I was only loud to claim my own space.
Now I'm floating through your house, gave it all away
Now I'm present throughout your home, having given everything away.
When you open up your door and we're face to face
When we confront each other as you open the door.
You walk through me and I feel you feel my pain
You move through me, sensing my anguish.
That's what, that's what I tell myself
That's the story I repeatedly tell myself.
Yeah, that's what, that's what I tell myself
Yes, that's the narrative I convince myself of.
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