You told me confidently
It was your last chance
I thought about the practical side
I still hadn't grasped
Player I am, pain I flee
I was, I used to be, if you came back
Player I was, pain I wipe away
When you took your stuff back
Little closet turned big
The bedroom and the neighborhood
I run and lose myself in the small screen
I get a knot in my stomach every time
I come in through the back of the house
Does she remember your name
Do we need that kind of fate
Do we need that kind of fate
Player I am, pain I wipe
Player I was, pain I wipe away
Last time I was unprepared
At the station I stayed on the platform
Whistle of your departing train
If I had a message to hand over
It would say, I changed this summer
But you won't enjoy it
Do we need that kind of fate
Do we need that kind of fate
Player I am, pain I flee
Player I was, pain on the wall
Do we need that kind of fate
Do we need that kind of fate