SONG-LYRICS

other voices, other carpets
facedown on the tiles
in a puddle of my own [you guessed it]
you meant it, you said it, you threw away
four perfect months (but baby
they weren’t perfect, they were inherently flawed;
everything we did was under a cursed star)
well, maybe i believe you and maybe i don’t
but this pain that’s lodged inside me
just won’t vacate my throat
ooh, the lochness monster has nothing on you
you’re just a blurry picture now, a cryptid (adieu)
ooh, ooh, we were heading straight up
but now i’m heading back down again [ooh, ooh]
we were heading straight up but now i’m
heading back down again [ooh, ooh, ooh]
i’m surrounded by other voices, other carpets
facedown on the tiles in a puddle of my own
[well you guessed it]
well you meant it, well you said it, and you
threw away four perfect months
(but baby, they weren’t perfect and neither were we;
we were stalked by a dark dungeon of doomed c'est la vie
you couldn’t handle yourself, i couldn’t handle that
now you’re looking for excuses
while your casting department looks for defeat)
well, maybe i believe you and maybe i don’t
but this pain that’s lodged inside me
just won’t vacate my throat
Look at me.
Really look at me.
Not just the freckles on my nose
or the horrible pimple above my left eyebrow.
Look into me.
See who I really am,
and not just what you see.
—  Tyler Joseph