Text: Blue October. History For Sale. Amazing.

Blue October
Amazing

How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax, I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you, to you
So I, I scratch at your waist line, your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, my scapegoat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing...
Instead of what we both know
Instead of what we both know

I cut to the punch line baby
Can we pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know

And now our history is for sale
And for that, I apologize

You see, you're my only know-how
The study of when I believed I belonged to you, to you
You see I've made you into something more delicious
My sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing...
Instead of what we both know
Instead of what we both know

I cut to the punch line baby
Can we pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know

(I?m so)
(Sorry)
(There it goes)
(Back over there)