So much wasted time asleep, awake
John Dillinger of emotions
Master of escape
Always quick to find the goat
Always too busy searching to realize
Looking in the mirror wearing a coat
Carefully crafted with patches of delusion
And sewn together with self-loathing lies
When did everything get so fucked?
Spending every night without touch
Every word we say confirms my doubt
Every word we say is a shout
But we're smart we're brave, we can work out
If we stop PRETENDING we both want out
