Sweat is rollin' down my forehead in this cinema space

We've never met, but I recognise the pain written on your face

Singing your story, knuckle to the nose, too easy to fall in love

I need to find closure, don't wanna be alone, but I'm scared that I'm not enough

Turning on the air con just for a minute, fillin' forty pairs of lungs

A cocktail of pheromones spillin' from the glands, and I shape your name with my tongue

It ain't a mistake if you wanna repeat it, it ain't a mistake if you wanna repeat it

Love isn't a game, but so many play it, no wonder why we're all so jaded

A couple days later, flippin' through the paper, lookin' for some part-time jobs

I see they need an undertaker, an empathetic griever to help another through their loss

Too many treat the dead as if they're headed to a better place

As if we are rewarded for doin' what we're ordered

From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the grave

I wanna hurt

I wanna hurt the one that hurt you