If we ever make sweet love again, I expect it’ll be quite disgusting
If we ever make sweet love again, I expect it’ll be quite disgusting
We might die from medication,
but we sure killed all the pain.But what was normal in the evening,
by the morning seems insane
It’s nobler to never get paid
than to bank on shit and dismay
We lost our chance to run,
Now the door’s too hot too touch.
We should hold our breath with mouths together now.
I never thought about love
when I thought about home
You’re in bed with the future ex girlfriend
Telling lies about emotions or something
Can’t compete with the air I’m breathing
Or the people who need me to fail for them
Well I’m tired of trying
I’m ready to stop
I’m tired of waiting
For the pressure to drop
I didn’t know that it was over
‘Til it was too late
But if I ever needed you
Would you be there?
How can I convince you it’s me I don’t like
And not be so indifferent to the look in your eyes
When I’ve always been distant
and I’ve always told lies for love
despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
