Maybe it's all my fault
maybe it's ours.
Maybe I overthink it
maybe I don't think enough.
Ultimately, the atmosphere is typical
in the wrong side of my memory.
I don't forget like I did back then
maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe it's different now.
Whatever, it is what it is.
Whatever, it happens somehow.
I get it, you hide from yourself
but nobody believes this.
One day you find me too interesting,
the other day, not enough.
Ultimately, it's just secondary shame
I feel the same after I leave the hair salon.
I don't love you like I did back then
maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe it's different now.
Whatever, it is what it is.
Whatever, it happens somehow.
(Whatever, it is what it is.)
(Whatever, it happens somehow.)
Whatever, it is what it is.
Whatever, it happens somehow.