It could be a crippling affliction
Or a twinkle in my stars.
The truth is, I don't mind some scars.
It could all be pure fiction.

Maybe it's my final call.
Maybe it won't pass my lips.
It's got me pressed against a wall
Inside this sinking ship.

It could be hello
Or a quiet goodbye.
The truth is, I don't even know.
It could all be a lie.