Does it ever feel like home when you're filling the space in your bed?

When it calls to you, all hell breaks loose, so you give it a body, keep it fed

On the hunt, knowing the ripest fruit will be hanging by the weakest thread

And that poor soul learns not to fall for a single fucking word that you said

You shield your hair from the rain

As she wipes her tears on a grave

You never found what it takes

So you check the time while you wait

I'm finding out how you stayed calm

You've taken down every trait you carved

That's quite a mouth that you got, but if you showed your hand I know that you'd starve

Hide in the veil of a performance art

Are we to blame? Cos we would always laugh

But when curtains are drawn and you've taken your bow

We wouldn't have guessed it was never a mask.

My basis irritated, the first it won't explain

It was strangely liberating to burn your only way, now

The well runs dry and love ain't blind, despite what you've been told

There's no empathy for an accessory and I know that's all you'll ever see, now

Does it ever feel like home when you're filling the space in your bed?

When it calls to you, all hell breaks loose, so you give it a body, keep it fed

Lay down your arms and find your peace. You ain't taking back the shit that I've read

And now that poor soul is a guiding call when considering the waters I tread

I'm seeing now who you play for

won't speak aloud till the day I'm sure

It's creeping out; the reality that well fed mouths think they deserve more

So we give them all we have, self sabotage

In the hopes of finding love like ours

But the person they are is just not who we'd fallen for

So we'll let a parasite tear us apart

My basis irritated, the first it won't explain

It was strangely liberating to burn your only way, now

The well runs dry and love ain't blind, despite what you've been told

There's no empathy for an accessory and I know that's all you'll ever see, now

What fulfillment do you find?

Or is it just to tame the ever-looming dread?

Is there a sick thrill in wasting all her time

By seeing just how long you can pretend?

They say hindsight is 20/20

But fuck, I've never had more questions in my head

It's all a lost cause now, you'll never catch me wasting

Any of my breath on you again

Ah