If this is sorry
I don't need that
I don't need that
If this is sorry
I don't need that
I don't need that.

So we're back in the circle
Cause we both never knew
Who is chasing who.
The structure of our story
Is hollow and empty.
The flowers on our bed
Turned into bugs
And we left them there to stay
No matter what.

They say
Just pretend to be in love
But I don't know how
I don't know how....