How the fuck are we supposed to know
When I'm a monster, with the way
You refuse to die
How the fuck are we supposed to know
If we're in love
Or if we're in pain
I'm a tightrope walker
I can't find my circus
And I'm damaged beyond repair
You're just a coffin
Of a girl I knew
And I'm buried in you
You never said «I'll end up like this»
No.
Sometimes I dream I'm an exterminating angel
A traveling executioner from heaven
Sent to give you the prettiest death I know
Call the grave and make our reservations
Are we in love or are we in pain?
Why is my wound a front door to you?
Am I my own shadow?