cubicle dialogue

Sold out of sight
Falling out of our minds
Relay the hurt on ourselves
An ill exchange 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
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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 mе past belief
Cubicle dialoguе 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
Two steps from the edge, I need to get back down
I'm so close to being free, why would I stop now?