Gesture Gesture Gesture

It wasn't made
For you
I wish it was the one in the room
Instead of you
I hate how I could walk past it all (Oh, oh)

My reflection has never been better
Your gestures, it rips me apart
To say
I love you
'Cause you don't know
What's become of you
Wish you would've let me go (oh)
(Woah, huh-oh)

It wasn't made
For you
I wish it was the one in the room
Instead of you
I hate how I could walk past it all (Oh, oh)