The beginning says: 
"Don't forget about me". 
The end only says: 
"We'll never meet, yeah". 

Happyness says: 
"Can you gimme a ride?" 
But anxiety knows, 
there's more room inside, yeah. 

The wind would love, 
to stay here with you. 
Fog, he tries, 
to think it through, yeah. 

The disguise moans: 
"I feel so used". 
Promodel says: 
"I wanna be yours," yeah. 

Wanna be yours. 

Heart lets it slip: 
"I'm not a boss". 
No one admits: 
"I wanna be loved". 
 [bad word] whispering: 
"Don't conceal me". 
Love secretly writes:  [bad word] and find me".  [bad word] and find me. 

"Where did we go wrong?" 
Said the memory. 
The flower appeals: 
"Please kidnap me," yeah. 

"Gimme your hand." 
Is what said the fear. 
Children they dine 
with wild tigers here. 

TV, it hissed: 
"It's just us two." 
Its shadow repeats: 
"Can't follow you," yeah. 

Can't follow you. 

Temptation says: 
"I am the boss." 
The hiding place says: 
"I feel so lost," yeah. 

And so the cringe 
fits so afraid. 
Gravity warns: 
"No need to hate," yeah.