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