I never know how to react when people cry.
Were young and in love, heart attacks waiting to happen, so come a little closer tell me it‘s all in our heads.
Heart to heart.
Throat to throat.
We stand weapons drawn.
On this battlefront, of our own!
Bleeding here in silence, waiting for the dawn, laying here together.
knives drawn, hand in hand, how did this fucking happen! This shit was not the plan!
It replays, on and on, before my eyes are blank, before it’s all been realised, before we’re fucking dead.
How did it come to this?
Laying heart to heart, we lay here dead and bleeding, waiting for the dawn.