My thoughts are slowly coming out loud.
I flinch each time I hear them out loud.
I guess I know what it's like now,
to be honest.
To see what I'm hiding
in the closet.
Do I still look the same to you now,
am I still clean enough?
(Do do da, do do da...)
We slowly sink into cigarette ash.
You sleep while I tip the bottle back.
I guess we've seen what it's like now,
to be lovers.
To scream that we're nothing
without each other.
Can I lay back and close my eyes
and pretend you're mine?
(Do do da, do do da...)
Have we made a fool of love?
Have we taken all the good away?
If we're not supposed to be alone,
then I'm begging you to stay
here.
I saw your face in the mirror last night.
Blood stained your clothes,
bags under your eyes.
I guess you've heard what I'm like now,
just a body.
You're haunting our bedroom
and the hallway.
And I still hear your voice in my head,
saying awful things.