From the burning smoke we rise
With this ash that mark our eyes
And fire’s our best disguise
Than the perfect the excuses, your lies
Voices unconditional telegraph your every move
And the words you say are mine alone
Than every point that you attempt to prove
While we’re making these decisions
I’m just saying, there’s never good reason for your unhappiness

Take this slice of me
Take it overdue
Two existing years of suffering was the least that I could do
This time spent in darkness just to feel each other out
And these sentences fall silent as they leave your open mouth

The story’s over, now it’s just a memory
And it will haunt you for tearing out pages and bleeding off the ink
The story’s over, now it’s just a memory
And it will haunt you for tearing out pages and bleeding off the ink

It was never fine enough for you
Convinced you knew the truth
Even when you were lied to
They told me you were…like to

The story’s over, now it’s just a memory
And it will haunt you for tearing out pages and bleeding off the ink
The story’s over, now it’s just a memory
And it will haunt you for tearing out pages and bleeding off the ink

Half dead or half asleep