so many we's, but only just one me.

cover up with make up in the mirror,
tell yourself it's never gonna happen again,
you cry alone,
then she swears she loves you.
this partially explains her behaviour, but only today's,
not the past month-and-a-half.


And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go,
promise I’m going because I’ve gotta get outta here

Over playgrounds and rooftops.

Give me your heart and your soul, I’m breaking out. Last chance to lose control.