And what, we just pretend,
It's the start and not the end?
When the only thing we love,
Is our independence.
Promises, superficial
An arrogant charade.
Through the phone we do fine,
Abbreviated by design,
Short, sweet, playfully,
We bait each other…
Every round,
It seems we're over
Every night – it's far from over…
But every word can leave me
Hollow hollow
And every plan undone is
Hollow, hollow
And every empty heart is
Hollow, hollow home.
Every break, every space
Every petty tiff erased,
And then you're at my door
It's never over.
Promises, superficial
An elegant charade.
But every word can leave me
Hollow hollow
And every plan undone is
Hollow, hollow
And every empty heart is
Hollow, hollow home.