you are the king and i am the queen and together,
we practice the art of self destruction

denial is in our blood and fake smiles run red hot through our dna
we are accustomed to hiding the pain until one day we can't anymore
and we should look out for one another but we like to feel broken

you and i are the king and queen of denial
we assume it will all go away and nothing is true
we shield away from the sharp knives that dig their way into our backs
because we can feel the pain but if we don't see it it's not there

the air in our lungs will collapse one day as the heart takes one last palpitation
and we will gaze into each others eyes with death as our stares become empty

you and i are the king and queen of denial,
i dream of being with you and you dream i am not here
and our dreams are slowly becoming realities as we over-analyze it all to ensure
that you are for me and i am over you

but i have mastered the art of reading your eyes and the way you walk
and i know something is wrong deep within
so just remember that i have already fallen enough to learn getting up is not worth it
but you cannot deny your fall any longer
and all your universe has ever known will change and there will be no more denial

i will be here when the king turns into a corpse, giving in because
*he will finally learn how to accept