Carbon copy aftertaste

The taste of lips so delicate

Stop the click and watch the room

Sitting pretty in full bloom

Your stain on my fingers like a headache

There are miles left to walk

And this desert never lies

Broken bottles on the floor

Cigarette kisses on the walls

Did you forget to call

To find

I'd like to say something

slow down the bandwagon

there's a million reasons

I don't want to be here

but you don't know me well enough

to be the last

Scared to open up these eyes

See just what's inside

This tree is dead and cold

This house is not a home

Help

Can't beat the best ones

A little closer maybe a bit too close

You function you turn out

A flawless performance

Turn your camera away from me (Woah)

Spill

Can't pretend that you're nothing special

You've got to look at all of your options

You can't decide what to go for

When it's all about trust

It's all about trust

You see yourself

You start working with the same device

The narrative is breaking down again

You're standing down the same old asking price

The cards are drawn

Well if it takes another look

will you stay and watch us

and when they ask us to cover up

another perfect accident

they'll mark it on the books

an example

Killing you

Might be the only chance I have

Of recovery

But I know it's so severe

As you know

The stars will be your nightlights tonight

And I will be your lullaby

They dragged