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
Now 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
You never said I’d 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
You never said I’ll end up like this
You never said I’d end up like this, no
You never said I’ll end up like this
You never said I’d end up like this, no
Are we in love or are we in pain?
Are we in love or are we in pain?
Are we in love or are we in pain?
Are we in love or are we in pain?
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?
Why is my wound a front door to you?
Am I my own shadow?
Why is my wound a front door to you?
Am I my own shadow?