My mind proceeds with the thought That there's some other guy who isn't I Tear my eye, broken down on his timeline My stomach runs on fumes Nothing there but rotten perfume It isn't me to lose my cool like this With a smile, you turn the knife Spill my guts on the floor But wait, hold that thought I don't wanna hear about this anymore Brown eyes, drown the white stains With ease like the flick of a brush Lost our touch, but how long Must I wait till we're done Was it foolish to believe Hearts and miss ya meant a thing If it isn't me, then why'd do me like this You smile, and turn the knife Spill my guts on the floor But wait, hold that thought I don't wanna hear about this anymore