A thing that's often said by the ones who need to hear it the most.
(oh no)
Now
Don't think I like it here.
There's busy sidewalks fully void of conversations.
How did we end up like this?
It wasn't long ago we traded more than glances.
Fear instilled in what we read; the "Daily Post" and "Evening News" provide romances.
Can it last?
Don't you think we should believe real love is permanent?
All people are lonely here.
She sits in solitude and starts to wonder why.
(oh my)
She doesn't stand up right here
Remove the speakers from her ears and start to sing:
Can it last?
Don't you think we should believe?
Real Love Is Permanent.
It never hurts until it ends.
We're the ones who couldn't save lost in the ocean;
Touching oblivion, but still not getting high.
Did you want to talk awhile?
You said, "No, man;
The masquerade is getting harder to survive."