If I sat next to you that wasn't my intent And if my hand falls on yours, it was coincidence. I'll stay in the room until you're gone;I'll switch to the chair that you sat on.
I keep thinking to myself "I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm pretty sure I don't care anymore, I'm fine, I'm okay." Then I realize I'm trying too hard to convince myself of it. I hate this.
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark.