Please don't wake me up from this dream
Because love is another thing I can't have
So how deep do I have to go before I complicate your breathing?
So I'll lie to myself to make you feel better

Can you point your gun to my head
One shot and I'll be gone I need this
So kill the conversation the motive to the story is already over
How many lines until Nevada is a thing
Because I'm willing to bleed for it now

I think this loneliness is corrupted my mind in every way I can't explain
I don't want sex I want something better
So cut the circulation and drain the plasma out of me
I'm just a melancholy streetlights nowadays
Do you even care or should I let everything go
So keep talking cause I'm addicted to the words you say