[Verse]
In the ephemeral moments between subtle misery
We bite our tongues to avoid our discomfort
We slowly attune to glances exchanged
In place of benevolent words that could help soothe the aches
We behave in a way that makes us believe that we've grown unfamiliar

[Pre-Chorus]
But the frail disposition of love is so swiftly displaced
When left to endure the violencе of doubt

[Chorus]
Slow to atone, a voice I don’t hear as my own (Hollow apologiеs)
The longing for condolence is relegated (To no more than velleity)
We reprise our roles as strangers
Strangers

[Post-Chorus]
We rehearse small resentments when in isolation
But miss every cue when stood under the lights
Quietened tones to conceal our frustrations
The same melancholia every night

[Bridge]
And in our indifference, we're quick to surrender
The passion we'd lit to help navigate each other
Stoic hands dismantle love
And before the light is even extinguished
We’ve reprised our roles as strangers
Slow to atone, a voice I don't hear as my—
[Chorus]
The longing for condolence is relegated (To no more than velleity)
We reprise our roles as strangers
Strangers

[Post-Chorus]
We rehearse small resentments when in isolation
Then choke on the words when reciting our lines
Never perceptive to our situation
The same melancholia every night