Love me, love me, don't let go
Where will we turn? I still don't know
If it's always rising, built to fall
Then why does my conscience seem so small?
This old pathway leads back home
But night time hides what our daylight's shown
If you fake your stories and all your thoughts
They can fill the blanks that you must have forgot
It's all so fake and yet nobody knows
Things just move on and flowers still grow
Blooming up wild, always spreading to feed
With thorns on the stems that trick you to bleed
Lovely lies, they often spread like weeds
Showing me the things I'll never need
Showing me the things I'll never need