I know this girl, she likes to touch tornadoes. The idea of fucking chaos, I suppose. Look up, you're in time for the show, turn your eyes to the screen. Fix, fix, fixate on everyone else's lives. I'll stay the boy of one lines if you'll stay the girl of last times.
I'm sorry, I have a secret, I know the words I want to say - but this god-damn tongue keeps getting in the way. Just because you have wings doesn't mean you're an angel. And just because you say it doesn't mean you feel it. There is no happily ever after.
I spent the night walking through windows. Debating if my shadow or my skin was more real. I'm starting to see the world in different shades.