I drown myself in dreams sometimes just to keep myself from the miserable realities. Because we had so much history behind us, but now there's nothing left.
And now I only have a six string and a microphone, to let you know that I am all alone.
But you can keep up your masquerade if that's what keeps you happy. There's always gonna be that next girl, there's always gonna be that new game.
A clean slate
A new plate
I'll step back and watch as you spin your own web of lies and get tangled in the center.
I'm just the 20, compared to the others. Keeping up an image is hard work, and hiding those boney closets must be tiring for you.
What hides behind doors stays behind doors, just like the sin filled city.
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