Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
I always take my time, but I've got nothing good to give back
An old pet peeve of mine, I feed it every night before bed
And if a tree falls in my room, I swear I'm not a witness
A little life adapting lines outside, I'm back in business
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
When I feel faint, I tell myself I'm turning telepathetic
It's coming out so late, 'cause now I'm at the age to hack it
I step up to the plate and realize I'm completely naked
Nobody told me how much I would try and fail to fake it
Oh well
This is who I am for now
There's Belle, singing to an empty crowd
Lying up and standing down, oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Da-da-da
Da-da-da
Apartment twenty-one is vacant, and it's right above me
But I still think I hear a stomping sound when I speak loudly
So I keep quiet for the ghost, they are the perfect neighbor
I ask for sugar, and instead, they turn me into vapor
Oh well (Oh well, oh well)
This is where I am for now
There's Belle, singing to an empty crowd
Lying up and standing down, oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
All these people in the window
Sitting here in limbo
Watching like a TV show
I like it, this one's trying new clothes
That one's never alone
Wonder if they see me, oh well
If I spend a day on my phone, will I turn to limestone?
Riddled with the fossils of those thoughts I had when I was human
Calcified and useless
Should I try and do it? Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
