No Idea

I still don't will it to care for you

I still don't will it to care for you

Still feeling blessed for knowing you

Still feeling blessed for knowing you

But I don't want your sticky residue, your breath in my lungs

Communicating what it means to feel stuck

What am I leftover from this with? My nerves are so rough

No idea you never loved me like that, no

You never loved me like that

Oh I don't want need or ever know

What went through my head a year ago

What went through my head a year ago

But I don't want your sticky residue, your breath in my lungs

Communicating what it means to feel stuck

What am I leftover from this with? My nerves are so rough

No idea you never loved me like that, no

You never loved me like that, no

You're still around when I come back, no

Why am I still falling so fast? No

You never loved me