All of the "I love you's" in the world

Precious as a string of plastic pearls

Bedazzling the landfill of your pure intentions

You're all set to blow your cover

Will you bet your life?

Automatic pilot, rest your eyes

Slapstick, tightrope, sleepwalkers survive

Kiss automaticity goodbye, it's no protection

You don't get to do this over

You don't get more time

Your words are meaningless if you never put aside your disguise

Typing "save me" into a browser window won't make it alright

So life-like when you take your place

And say what you're expected to say

In half-light anyways

Some half-baked, half-awake embrace

Waiting for the end of the day

Or for a slap in the face

You don't get to do this over

Will you bet your life?

Unconscious in overdrive

I wanna open my eyes

And see your face in the lights

Oh