We're just the dreams that you hate to remember, and we're drowning in our sleep. In our own bad intentions and every light will go out before you open your mouth. Yeah every light will go out before

Is it friction or is it instinct to make these things move so fast. Is it fiction, the reason or am I just reaching this time...well maybe I am.

Well I'm the worst at keeping secrets. They're kept concealed between my lips. We're sinking hearts with every kiss, and twice as fast as sinking ships.

Is it friction or is it instinct to make these things move so fast. Is it fiction, the reason or am I just reaching this time...well maybe I am