Nights like these make miracles seem like a bunch of shit.
When everything feels out of reach and the right one is in his.
That's when it hits like a ton of bricks.
We were little, we were losers
and only liars, never lovers.
Our exaggeration needs no explanation,
I see what you want to get from this.
Congratulations for my aggravation,
I'll try to ignore your ignorant bliss.
Everything you wanted from me
was everything I wanted to be.
Now I just want to be home,
but there's no place like that any more.
All I have is alone, you know,
I feel like there really is no front door.