So when we’re used up
and we can’t look at ourselves
Then can we pretend we like each other?
So when we’re colourless
warped to a destitute mirage
Then can we pretend we like each other?

That’s what she said to me...

So when we have dulled
the knives which we graze our skin
Then can we hope we feel for each other?
So when the lies become truth
and you whore yourself for ill-gotten gains
Can we hope we feel for each other?

She says too much, yeah
She says too much, yeah
But I always cross the line

So when our veins are broken
and our breath becomes shallow
Then can we pretend we like each other?
So when the drugs have worn off
with the aftertaste of infection
Then can we pretend we like each other?

She says too much, yeah
She says too much, yeah
But I always cross the line

So when I am sarcastic
and you take it too heart
Will you hate me then?
So when you lose your temper
and put words into my mouth
Will you hate me then?
I won’t apologise
but I want to...

She says too much, yeah
She says too much, yeah
But I always cross the line

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