started in a bed
and ended in deceit
you've always got a way to bring out
the worst in me
fill up with regrets
seems to happen again and again
i can feel the hands are pulling us
to the end
wait
tell me what you're running from
the real doesn't die
the unreal never lived
so what's the difference between what i feel
and what i think?
that's a new face
haven't seen that on you before
over my shoulder
as i'm walking out your door