Go ahead and write me off, I'm not so special, I'm acting out. I'm boring myself, I'm Chinatown. And I'll play my forfeit to the ground.
Then comes the twist and the turn, no one really loves anyone. Like a mistake setting the bone, it won't work until you break it again.
Set it up and it's no different, your best friend is broken fingers, broken like the promises I keep rewriting to suit myself. You say you're worried about my health, Zoey. This life marked down as one mistake, one big mistake. Zoey, I'm out.