Think about it, talk it over, take it
I don't really care try and figure it out
Lift the wait off my shoulders, steal it
Crash course, maybe try and run away now

I don't think that you're crazy
I just think you're a little bit sour now
Just a little bit, maybe
My guess is you'll never calm down

Trip and I fall and it's a long way down
Bittersweet when I know you're faking
I don't give a damn about a plastic smile
I can tell that you're shaking, maybe
That's how it feels with your runaway style

I don't care if I'm losing
I don't know if I'll ever change who I am
Are we more than illusions?
Were we more than a thrift store scam?

Can't hide the day
When wе can't figure anything out
One night away
Until we both back down