cubicle dialogue (I’m Letting Unseen Forces Take the Wheel Redux)

Sold out of sight Falling out of our minds Relay the hurt on ourselves An ill exchange in foresight The "ovel" anagram of that four letter phrase It could have changed everything I know, "just the wrong time, wrong place" Stop acting undercover There's no need to hide from this (Hide from this) To say I'll be fine Null marked off sender Out of sight, yet out of mind The carpet changed shade From the impact of his face Barely talk and barely stand Sober thoughts, a dead romance Push me past belief Cubicle dialogue and ceiling fan theory Our bodies swing more than they speak Stop acting undercover (There's no need) There's no need to hide from this (Hide from this) To say I'll be fine Null marked off sender Out of sight, yet out of mind It's just the "wrong time, wrong place" The "ovel" anagram of that four letter phrase It's just the "wrong time, wrong place" The "ovel" anagram of that four letter phrase From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window There's no coming back From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window Break this loop as the blood fills the cracks From the twenty-third floor to the second-story window There's no coming back From the twenty-third floor, past the second-story window Break this loop as the blood fills the cracks From the twenty-third floor to the second-story window There's no coming back There's no solution [?]