When the mountain swallows the sun from the blue sky I'll know that you're still the only one who pulls it back up. And when the moon turns crescent it's you who fills it up. My glass is full with the thought of you. It floods my room up. Write to me, oh darling. Sing me all your songs. Your voice will heal all my worries on this beautiful dawn. I will never leave you. I'll love you 'till my heart pumps out the final ounce of liquid it's been pumping from the very start.

Silly, silly, silly boy.
Your mind creates this stupid joy
that feeds my needs and reassures me
that you're my pet and wind-up toy.
"I love you darling", you will say
as you kiss me in the rain.
But you only mean as much to me
as the fake monsters in my brain
and
I see confetti rain.
I care not of your pain.
I care for other men
and all the things that I will gain.
My empty words are true
(well, true enough to you)
and I dread the day you realize
I'm not the one you thought you knew.

She said "Let's go out dancing" and I thought "What a fun night this will be". She wore her prettiest dress and I thought it was for me. But from his stage his brain sends through his mouth the thoughts and the words of a thousand angels through such a graceful melody. His hands will strum the guitar just like my shirt from her skin. As I lay in the next room my stomach's caving in. And on his stage together they lay intertwined in the sheets and the TV blares and the lights are turned down so dim.

What if I told you that I'm not ready for this?

Do I mean nothing to you?
Are these things you tell me true?
Do I not cross your mind when thinking about the things you do?
Oh I hope his bed was so warm.
Warm as the hole that you've torn
straight through my wind pipe so words could no longer be born.

I thought I could be your reason to wake up every morning but he's become the reason for my being. You've become so boring.

I'll go.
No...no

I know my actions cause you so much fear.
Fear like the creatures that I see so near.
You're so afraid that I will disappear.
Shorten the distance between mouth and ear.

Why would you do this?
How could you do this?
Why did you do this, dear?
All these things you see...
things you claim to see...
are they all really here?

And tonight I will shed my last tear for you on top of this hill with a beautiful view. These bright city lights will remind me of how it used to be when it was just you and me. So tonight as I shed my last tear for you I'll no longer believe that these creatures are true. So I just want to say as this all comes to an end that I hope it was fun to pretend.