Cloudy eyes, countless lies, her anger gets in the way
If shallow breaths were consonants, I'd have nothing left to say
The champagne skies, the morphine drives, it's nothing but a sin
These thoughts, they drip, scream, hurricane, seems like it's never going to end

I whispered in your ear, the morning dew glistening
and you weren't listening
and I don't know what else to do

I fainted from the realization
that you were just another temptation
I guess I make mistakes too

Is the sun really smiling?
Or is that just a childhood art trend
And is the moon really sleeping?
Because tired hearts don't like to mend

And I think that what I think doesn't matter
Or maybe it's just my thoughts trying to scatter
Because if I don't start running soon, you will

And I think you had a lot to do with nothing
Or maybe we're both being stubborn
Because everything you do is just for the thrill

Stinging veins, burning flames, her shame hardly even exists
If cataclysm had any reason at all, the reason would probably be this:
The buzzing brains, the hangover pains, we're only trying to escape
But if you leave yourself behind, you'll find
a wreck tangle's not only a shape