How Can They Call This Romance?
You've gotten older
And so have I
But you seem sober this time
I let you hold me until we cry
The holy only, martyrs for time
We're standing on the edge but I
Am already falling fast enough
Flames from the sun reach our bodies, bodies
I never could pretend that I
Was better when you left last time
Empty stares into darkness haunt me, haunt me
I am nothing but bones
When you take a step back
And say you have to go home
'Cause you're afraid you might relapse
I better go home
You and me are falling fast
How can they call this romance?
How can they call this romance?
Foot prints in dust, a harsher wind
All of my cuts bleed from within
With every step, you drag a knife
Down my spine a hundred times
My knife
I'm standing on the edge but I
Am already falling fast enough
Flames from the sun reach our bodies, bodies
I never could pretend that I
Was better when you left last time
Empty stares into darkness haunt me, haunt me
I am nothing but bones
When you take a step back
And say you have to go home
'Cause you're afraid you might relapse
I better go home (You better go home)
You and me are falling fast
How can they call this romance?
How can they call this romance?
Oh (How can they call this romance?)
Oh (How can they call this romance?)
How can they call this romance?
I am nothing but bones
I better go home
And so have I
But you seem sober this time
I let you hold me until we cry
The holy only, martyrs for time
We're standing on the edge but I
Am already falling fast enough
Flames from the sun reach our bodies, bodies
I never could pretend that I
Was better when you left last time
Empty stares into darkness haunt me, haunt me
I am nothing but bones
When you take a step back
And say you have to go home
'Cause you're afraid you might relapse
I better go home
You and me are falling fast
How can they call this romance?
How can they call this romance?
Foot prints in dust, a harsher wind
All of my cuts bleed from within
With every step, you drag a knife
Down my spine a hundred times
My knife
I'm standing on the edge but I
Am already falling fast enough
Flames from the sun reach our bodies, bodies
I never could pretend that I
Was better when you left last time
Empty stares into darkness haunt me, haunt me
I am nothing but bones
When you take a step back
And say you have to go home
'Cause you're afraid you might relapse
I better go home (You better go home)
You and me are falling fast
How can they call this romance?
How can they call this romance?
Oh (How can they call this romance?)
Oh (How can they call this romance?)
How can they call this romance?
I am nothing but bones
I better go home
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