Left something important, not sure what for
It felt like an apartment, but this time, no closed doors
Now my story's open, whoever finds it next
Will hear all of the nuances that made those years the best
Maybe I'm lying to myself
Maybe I should've left it here
On the shelf where it belonged all this time
Now I know I'll never find what happened next
I'll never know what happened next
Time to start a new one
Time's a charade, and life's a parade
We're all just bugs
Moving on, and moving up, say
I can't stay in one place for long
And I forget to write it down
But the one time that I do, who finds out
Maybe I'm lying to myself
Maybe I should've left it here
On the shelf where it belonged all this time
Now I know I'll never find what happened next
Never find what happened next
I'll never know what happened