[spoken]
"Wait, a Pop-Tart is a dumpling! A Pop-Tart and a ravioli is a dumpling."
[more inaudible speech]

Your tower above
Eyes dry from always looking up
You take your sweet time
To drop a sentence that's
Spineless, misshapen, a burnt-out line
But there's something about you that sticks so strong
No I wouldn't call it love — no no
You stay the same but I'm always changing
Who's stringing who along

And his heart don't beat for my entertainment
No and I can't fall asleep, baby, what are you proving?

I can feel your blank stares, you mindless placeholder
Folding over me so tight
I wonder what you're made of
Buried under bullshit
Deep-rooted indifference
Thick lips gripping cigarettes
Can you remind me of the color of your eyes
Replied the same as mine
I thought you changed but you're saying the same things
I'd love to believe you
And his heart don't beat for my entertainment
And I can't fall asleep, baby, what are you proving?

Why do I treat him as such a casualty
In a game we both don't want to be playing?

I can feel your blank stare
I can feel your blank stare
I can feel your blank stare
I can feel your blank stare

It's been about eleven days you've remained
Out of my mind
And now you tell me you wanna call me baby
Bad move unless you really want me to be disinclined
Haven't you heard loving me is a travesty

I can feel your
I can feel your
I can feel your blank stare
I can feel your
I can feel your blank stare
I can feel your blank stare
I can feel your blank stare
I can feel your blank stare