At your convenience A bright field of flowers on an overcast day What grass is the greenest I'm so sick and tired of feeling this way Like I'm so disposable Like all the little things that you didn't take You ran away from here I still need you more than I let myself say I'm not who you think I am I'm just who you breathe in every now and again I'm not who you think I am I'm just who you breathe in every now and again Oh, oh Oh, oh I'm not who you think I am I'm just who you breathe in every now and again