God, as my witness and my friend
How do you explain these solitary inclinations?
Such as my freedom has no end
Life it slips by
It rushes past
And then it's over

Lean in, listen
No one innocent
Hear lies nothing
No way that was the best of it

How you gonna live
How you gonna live
How you gonna live
If you can't love?

You come in here with a look in your eyes
I don't mind
You warm me up with talk of old times
And you don't know
You have no idea what's gone on in this
Sick, sick, sick imagination
Lean in, listen
No one, innocent
Here lies nothing
No way that was the best of it

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Writer(s): Elizabeth Powell, Jace Lasek, Mark Wheaton, Olga Goreas