The songs we wrote in California pull me back to you
Now I'm tryna disentangle all your fiction from my truth
I'm holding on to all the fantasies
Holding on, my dreamy enemy
This shaky ground, it pins me down
It drags me back to you
Oh, we built this house of cards
Took your club, bashed in my heart
Sooner or later, that wind comes in
Sooner or later, we'll wind up dead
Inside our broken house of cards
I watched it fall apart
I'm picking at my skin again, the habits take ahold
Saw the mask drop, saw the past caught up with you now
And you lost control
I'm holding on, be my fantasy
Holding on, my tragic destiny
I'm tearing at the seams again
Buying what you sold
Oh, we built this house of cards
Took your club, bashed in my heart
Sooner or later, that wind comes in
Sooner or later, we'll wind up dead
Inside our broken house of cards
I watched it fall apart
The funny thing is how I've got a plan inside my mind
For when you come back with open hands, clawing back to mine
Oh, we built this house of cards, oh
Oh, we built this house of cards
Oh, we built this house of cards (house of cards)
Took your club, bashed in my heart (bashed in my heart)
Sooner or later, that wind comes in
Sooner or later, we'll wind up dead
Inside our broken house of cards
I watched it fall apart
