I don’t know just what you need to see
But I know that I can
Never be the one to show you
I don’t know you
This is coming
Listen, we are running out of time
I don’t know just what you need to be
To consume my own inevitable
Reaching through you
I once knew you
This is coming
Crystal, hearts are breaking, yours and mine
But I don’t mind. No, I won’t mind.
Waking up to something never seems
Like a separation from our dreams when
We’re not sober
We’re not over
Feeling that electric
Doesn’t come without its price
Now it seems that we have let this bleed
To point that we can not recede
If we don’t treat this
We won’t beat this
This is coming
Listen we are running out of time
I don’t mind
(I don’t see what this might mean to you now)
No, I won’t mind
(I believe you won’t see me come around)
Now I know what this is meant to say
Broken hearts are mending day-to-day
But do I feel this way?
I won’t mind.
