Besedila: Midtown. Forget What You Know. Nothing Is Ever What It Seems.

Tear it back, tear it slow
Everyday the same joke
Listen close, there's something you need to hear
Lose yourself, lose control
If just this once

I never think it's funny

The truth becomes a dream
Nothing's ever what it seems
I fought away this desperation
And we reach for what we're missing in ourselves
I've made attempts to quell temptation

I swear to god I tried
You could never change me
We could never compromise
We don't know how to let love in

Don't you cry for me
Cause we reach for what we're missing in . . .
Because I'm already dead