Well don't cry your eyes out On the ballroom floor We're all murderers In a martyr's world So don't cry your eyes out We're only lonely When we're half awake
And it's only a matter of time This pillow talk illusion It feels so real
Just get me out of here All you talk about is counting sheep Anything to fall asleep No light behind the window Time just builds Slowly kills
We don't give a fuck who you are This time of night Miserable empty arms They tend to put up a fight So when you open your mouth You better bite your tongue And god knows You're not the only one
