We might make it out alive
If we run fast enough out of our heads
It might not hurt so much
If we only bleed from the eyes to
Skip the chest.
It holds the dead air we could never grasp
Suffocating was the second best
To shattering our perceptions of the truth
That we both know.
We both know.
We will never make it out alive.

Dont say much, we could confuse it all
Optimism never wore well on you
Escapism was always a better outfit
So escape me, escape me fast
Make it brunt and beautiful
Bring the fragile shame
It goes along better when I whimper your name