You spoke and the punctures underneath began to show, and i know that the vines beneath the leaves were overgrown. And it seems like part of me could never tell you what could’ve been. Yeah, it seems I'm in between the melancholy and evergreen. Tell me you feel it now. Can’t you see? You’ve got me staring my ceiling down. This feeling. Repeating. Is it worth it to be perfect? So tell me you feel it now. Can't you see? You’ve got me. And that's all that I dream about. So what does that make me now? It’s all that I dream about. So what does that make me now? Think it over sevenfold and place them on a pedestal. I'm draining all the chemicals that tell my brain to let it go. And it seems like part of me could never tell you what could’ve been. Yeah, it seems I’m in between the melancholy and evergreen. Tell me you feel it now. Can’t you see? You’ve got me staring my ceiling down. This feeling. Repeating. Is it worth it to be perfect? So tell me you feel it now. Can't you see? You’ve got me. And that's all that I dream about. So what does that make me now? It’s all that I dream about. So what does that make me now? It’s all that I dream about. So what does that make me now?