The Art of Detaching One's Heart

Words roaming inside my chest
‘Cause my fucked up head -
It belongs to you
Lost in space we flew astray
I’ll find my way to get to you
I-I-I thought we were happy
I-I-I fell out of love
It’s not like before
Hearts may change, but memories won’t
You know I don’t -
Don’t want to go
I-I-I thought we were happy
I-I-I fell out of love
It’s not like before
May we meet once more
Was I dreaming of the design of love?
If we keep this up, will we self-destruct?
Was I dreaming of the design of love?
If we keep this up, will we self-destruct?
Was I dreaming of the design of love?
If we keep this up, will we self-destruct?