Lyrics

We don’t know where we are going to,
How will we know when we arrive?
Patients fade with each new face that appears
It’s past medication time.

I feel the scene is changing for much brighter days
I loved being noticed, I loved being hers/scared

Mon Amour, my little fantasy, my luxury/ my petite Cheri
Changing personalities, forever shifting smiles/faces
with Mr. Hero talking over you, then she calls me borderline.

Saturday was bright, cheerful, and so alive,
But by Sunday, she was gone.
The sky is red, even when it’s so very blue,
It doesn’t matter who is right
All the ways we overlooked it all the time we misspoke
I still forgive you — almost every time

She’s got me in a tornado and then she calls me borderline