I see you look at me
Through your screen
You don't say hello these days
I don't know what that means
But I'm looking right back
Wondering where you went
Wondering if what you found is worth the mess that you left
And I
Oh I
Don't feel right
Don't feel at home
No I
Oh I
Don't feel right
If the language of our love is dead
We'll just shut the blinds and paint our walls with things unsaid
If our timeline has a broken thread
Should we stitch it up or leave it hanging there instead
Those things you said to me
They weren't real
You'd always think you'd know the way that I feel
Well I'm sitting alone wondering what you meant
As I scroll back through all those messages we sent
The ones that you think went
And I
Oh I
Don't feel right
Don't feel at home
No I
Oh I
Don't feel right
Don't feel right
If the language of our love is dead
We'll just shut the blinds and paint our walls with things unsaid
If our timeline has a broken thread
Should we stitch it up or leave it hanging there instead
If the language of our love is dead
If our timeline has a broken thread
I see you look at me
Through your screen
You don't say hello these days
I don't know what that means