I think the universe is trying to tell me nothing
I think we both feel it'd be best if we walked away
And all the wives are drinking with their husbands
Like they've run out of anything good to say
I don't feel sometimes
Anything but fear
There's a limit to what i'll take
I think the universe is trying to tell me nothing
Like maybe it's run out of good things to say
In the dwindling beauty
Let the boredom kill
Oh i wish i had the answer
In the dwindling beauty
Let the boredom kill
Oh i wish i could
Lеt's fake our deaths togethеr
Let's fake our deaths together
In the dwindling beauty
Let the boredom kill
Let the boredom kill
What kind of drugs don't you think we're over using?
What kind of strangers do we think we both would make?
I hate the thought that either of us would be caught choosing
I hate the thought of losing anything for goodness sake
One day if we're both feeling lucky
We'll get tired of the grudge