Just a question mark
Hanging in the dark
Fixed to something broken
Obsessed with the unspoken
It's an empty face
An unrelenting grave
I could never sever
Waiting for forever

I'm collecting dust
Sitting on the shelf, next to all the stuff (hey, hey)
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (the apology)
You could never say: It's okay: Metaphysical
Every single day, asking: Hey, was it real? Oh
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (the apology)

I'll just take the pain
Claws over the wound
Fantasize lips moving
Saying something other than: I wish you the best

I'm collecting dust
Sitting on the shelf, next to all the stuff (hey, hey)
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (the apology)
You could never say: It's okay: Metaphysical
Every single day, asking: Hey, was it real? Oh
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (the apology)

You could never say: It's okay: Metaphysical
Every single day, asking: Hey, was it real? Oh
Definition of insane, on replay inside my brain
You could never say: It's okay (the apology)

Ah-ooh, ah
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts

I'm collecting dust
Sitting on the shelf, next to all the stuff (hey, hey)
I can't brush it off
It's sticking like a theme on all my thoughts (the apology)