If I could find all my white lies, I'd pile them high to climb inside and wait for you
In this bed I made with hearts I’ve slayed, the life I gave, the light that fades
As fates come unglued

And you could find comfort in the quilt of complacence
All wrapped up in yourself
Hard pressed for heartfelt

In these shrinking walls, these shallow halls, this shadowed call to bear the palls
And leave a vapor to drift
As we hide inside, as lightning strikes, chalk white outlines a million times
Before the graveyard shift

And you could find comfort in the quilt of complacence
All wrapped up in yourself
Hard pressed for heartfelt

It's a cavalcade, a stalled parade, a graveside procession
A confession that memories made
As our session slowly degrades