i remember when things were fresh and new
back when it was only about me & you
we lived our lives without looking back
but we were vulnerable to every single attack
no one understood what we were about
and it was okay cuz we were on our own cloud

keep looking back and fall flat on your face
i grew eyes on the back of my head just for this place
knew someday it would come to this
but before now i never gave a ****

you are the mist, a ghost, and an illusion
the queen of all of my insecure confusion
all i asked was that you take my hand and breathe
breathe with me and then maybe you'll be able to see
look at this monster hanging above my head
from the ceiling it watches me in my bed