Lyrics

We keep killing ourselves
For a lie
Yeah, we’re dying
To keep it alive

Boiling, feverish days
Sleepless nights
That's what happens
When you keep the heat high

You keep holding me down
While I writhe
But these ghosts
Cannot be exorcised

You’re in love with a shell
And I love to try
To act like
There's nothing inside

This isn’t something you say
It’s just a secret you keep
But I can hear it in whispers when you’re falling asleep
I know we aren’t okay
But I just want to believe
I guess desire must bring out the cynic in me
Oh, maybe it’s all a dream

Put that fork in your tongue
In the fire
What a cruel thing
To try to deny

Feel you staring me down
With those knives
But your daggers
Are no match for mine

This isn’t something you say
It’s just a secret you keep
But I can hear it in whispers when you’re falling asleep
I know we aren’t okay
But I just want to believe
I guess desire must bring out the cynic in me
Those desperate dreams

I could tell this would go on for way too long
But somehow I knew I’d still miss it when it’s gone
I had no doubt
I’d eat my heart out

This isn’t something you say
It’s just a secret you keep
But I can hear it in whispers when you're falling asleep
‘Cause I was all in my head
While you were gripping the sheets
I guess desire must bring out the sickness,
The fever dream