| I wear every chapter of my history |
| Right here upon my shoulder |
| A hapless captain of some mystery |
| My eyes already told you |
| You’ve seen the ending of the movie |
| There’s nothing to authenticate |
| Can you see right through me |
| Cause there was nothing there in the first place? |
| It’s so obvious to the audience |
| When I need another retake |
| What I wouldn’t give to not be learning |
| Brand new ways to ache |
| Can I keep undercover |
| When there’s no more cover to take? |
| What I wouldn’t give to be a little |
| A little more opaque |
| No matter how much I protest |
| I feel my cabin pressure failing |
| Would I even be reaching for this oxygen |
| If my friends never made me? |
| All the self that I’ve been soothing |
| Trying to domesticate |
| The effort I spend proving |
| There was nothing there in the first place |
| It’s so obvious to the audience |
| When I need another retake |
| What I wouldn’t give to not be learning |
| Brand new ways to ache |
| Can I keep undercover |
| When there’s no more cover to take? |
| What I wouldn’t give to be a little |
| A little more opaque |
| What I wouldn’t give |
| What I wouldn’t give |
| What I couldn’t give |
| What I wouldn’t give |
| Oh |
| What I wouldn’t give |
| What I wouldn’t give |
| What I couldn’t give |
| What I wouldn’t give |
| Oh |
| It’s so obvious to the audience |
| When I need another retake |
| What I wouldn’t give to not be learning |
| Brand new ways to ache |
| Can I keep undercover |
| When there’s no more cover to take? |
| What I wouldn’t give to be a little |
| A little more opaque |