Spoken from the mouth of the forgettable one
Who am I told be told, who am I to tell?
I never thought of myself as unapproachable
But I am shaken, I am lost and forgotten

Spoken from the mouth of the regrettable one
My faults and failures, they follow like shadows
I woke up to your eyes and electric city signs
Mile marker 185

You've mastered the art
Of pretending you're something you're not
Reeling from your words
They resound in my head
No distractions to make them stop

If I was smarter, I would know how to fix this
If I were stronger, I would say something more direct