Pieces of you
Ourselves we lose
We're falling
People we knew
Finding excuses to be amused
Breathe in slowly
Take a step outside
(breathe)
Laid out like an open book
You're broken broken
Wasted is the good on you
You're cold, conned, conquered
(fame is vapour and only earthy certainty is oblivion)
Blame the accuse
Ourselves we choose
We're falling
Fame we pursue
Finding excuses to be amused
Breathe in slowly
Take a step outside
(breathe)
Laid out like an open book
You're broken broken
Wasted is the good on you
You're cold, conned, conquered