How long can we pretend. That we know just who we are. Lost kids with nothing left. Throwing rocks into the dark. . Outside, a street of fire. Broken glass and aching hearts.
Set on fire like a paper plane. Falling down again, back to the start. I built you up just like a pack of cards. Walking separate paths into the dark.
Got a feeling it's a fever, it's a fire. Talking trouble, take it down into the wire. Once chance, two chance, it's a lie. It's old, and old, and old, and worn out.