My transparency of skin I forget to wear;
When words are thrown I'm secretly at home
Looking through the window, observing every little syllable
And when I snap back into it
Inside me is looking through the window
Observing every little bit that has stayed with me
From that evening
I wanna staple it to my skin
And knock my head so I forget it's there
So I never have to worry that I'll forget again
Forgetting happens, but that's life
I guess I'm looking forward for it
And when I snap back into it
Inside me is looking through thе window
Observing every littlе bit that has stayed with me
From that evening
I wanna staple it to my skin
And knock my head so I forget it's there
So I never have to worry that I'll forget again
Forgetting happens, but that's life
I guess I'm looking forward for it
I guess I'm looking forward for it
I guess I'm looking forward for it