a chance encounter in a mutual place a sea of strangers a familiar face a conversation catching up on recent times she ll be okay now if she stays sat down but she s persuaded to a club in town another gain to her list of recent crimes i wouldn t say that what i ve done is wrong feel out of place now where i d once belong and when you look at it and put it in perspective it looks bad and you know that you can t deny it a missing person with a missing tale a deeper breath before my next exhale i must be on a happy holiday so all the mileage didn t count for much there s no hard feelings but won t be in touch your choosy memory forgot the things i ve done so leave her out of this it s not her fight she saw a glimmer in a faded light it s not a war so i haven t lost or won i wouldn t say that what i ve done is wrong feel out of place now where i d once belong and when you look at it and put it in perspective it looks bad and you know that you can t deny it a missing person with a missing tale a deeper breath before my next exhale i must be on a happy holiday it takes two sides to argue and it takes two sides to fight all the witnesses can tell you that this side is really right exaggerated stories or just plain and downright lies i guess i call it freedom and you call it my demise i wouldn t say that what i ve done is wrong feel out of place now where i d once belong and when you look at it and put it in perspective it looks bad and you know that you can t deny it a missing person with a missing tale a deeper breath before my next exhale i must be on a happy holiday i wouldn t say that what i ve done is wrong feel out of place now where i d once belong and when you look at it and put it in perspective it looks bad and you know that you can t deny it a missing person with a missing tale a deeper breath before my next exhale i must be on a happy holiday