there's a good chance
we won't make it to the
big dance, they all owe us
kisses for two
so if i may (and the world is warm till it blows out)
i will take the first steps (and the box is wet so if i tell)
and say i feel like drowning (and the ice is cold but it wont melt)
'till the end of the month
'cuz i am a fake
who sticks to his guns
it's what i know, son
and it comes easy
to a liar like me
and it comes easy
colours are bleeding
into grey, i know you're
feeling down and baby
i want to go down with you
now if i can say (and the world is warm till it blows out)
you look fine in our frame (and the box is wet so if i tell)
upon my bedroom wall (and the ice is cold but it wont melt)
'cuz i am a fake
who sticks to his guns
and lets the bitches run
and it comes easy
to a scum bag like me
it comes easy
