Did I say something wrong? Did you hear what I was thinking?
Did I talk way too long when I told you all my feelings that night?
Is it you? Is it me? Did you find somebody better?
Someone who isn't me, 'cause I know that I was never your type
Never really your type
Overthinking's got me drinking
Messing with my head, whoa
Tell me what you hate about me
Whatever it is, I'm sorry
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know I can be dramatic
But everybody said we had it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm coming to terms with a broken heart
I guess that sometimes good things fall apart

Everything that lives is designed to end. We are perpetually trapped...in a never-ending spiral of life and death.