This time
We're fine
It's just another blank page in the book
Pay no mind
Just unwind
And go buy the word of some other damn crook
And I'd be lying if I said
I didn't find it a little bit funny
You think about all we've been through
Only for the end to come like this
And I'd be lying if I said
That in some way I hoped he wouldn't come running
But moving on is easy when
You decide you don't have time for people you'd miss
No!
Don't tell me he's dead!
Don't tell me he's gone!
Don't tell me I'm singing the wrong kind of song!
Don't tell me it's good
When I know it's not!
Cuz I watched you plant flowers for the boy we both forgot
And our metaphor rings
And the words kinda sting
But if you can forget then maybe I can learn too
Cuz he's still pulling strings
And you can still hear him sing
Some days I wonder if I'll have to plant flowers for you
Out of sight and out of mind
Out of sight and out of mind
Sometimes I think you're lucky
You didn't know him in the way that I did
He could never help me raise Michael like this
Cuz Wilbur was too busy raising him
But why speak ill of the living?
I'm too busy planning for untimely death
But isn't that always how it goes
Or has that also been scrubbed from your head?
No!
Can't tell me he's dead!
Can't tell me he's gone!
Can't tell me I'm singing the wrong kind of song!
Can't tell me it's good
Cuz I know it's not!
Y'know I saw you plant flowers by his house out front
Does the metaphor ring?
Does complacency sting?
See I'm forgetting on purpose unlike what you do
Cuz he's still pulling strings
And on days you can't think
I still wonder if I'll have to plant flowers for you
Boy, this is getting kinda heavy...
DANCE BREAK
*Dance Break :)*
Don't you fuckin tell me he's dead!
Or try to change up my song!
Cuz I won't be caught dead fuckin singing along!
Don't you dare say it's good
When I know you think its not!
Cuz I watched you plant flowers for the boy that got caught
And our happiness rings
But the tears kinda sting
I don't know why I'm crying and neither do you
Cuz we don't know a thing
And I can see when you sing
You wonder if you'll have to plant flowers for me too
Out of sight and out of mind
Out of sight and out of mind