We're just the dreams that you hate to remember, and we're drowning in our sleep In our own bad intentions and every light will go out before you open your mouth Yeah every light will go out before
Is it friction or is it instinct to make these things move so fast Is it fiction, the reason or am I just reaching this timewell maybe I am
Well I'm the worst at keeping secrets They're kept concealed between my lips We're sinking hearts with every kiss, and twice as fast as sinking ships
Is it friction or is it instinct to make these things move so fast Is it fiction, the reason or am I just reaching this timewell maybe I am