And if I'm being honest
I have no idea who you are
Even though I wear your art as battle scars
Relics of a lost thing that only lives on in me
'Cause I was dancing in the attic, red as Mars
I was the bright thing to counter your smokey heart
But when I think about it, I can see
You're just a figment of my dream nation
And I kinda like it
Eyes like the Moon dipped in plastic, and
Wrapped around your lungs
I wish that I had kept your jacket, the one I liked so much
Couldn't hold you close, so maybe your clothes could make me feel warm
And I guess I should have seen it coming
People rarеly change, do they?
Seeking answers to an еndless mystery
I'm obsessive, keeps me busy
You were the bones and I was the bloodlust
Hoping your veins would just rupture
Show me your pain, show me your love
