The same renditions, every week. The same people talking to me. Having trouble listening, and struggling to breathe.
Always knew I was better than second best. Always wanted someone different from the rest.
Someone to save me, from this lonely mess.
(Chorus) Move a little bit over so I can see. This familiar stranger standing in front of me. Move a little bit closer to my destiny.
Never knew it could happen so suddenly. Taking over my senses entirely. Everything is clear now, I’m ready to breathe.