[Verse 1]
I'll say almost anything to prove I'm not a mistake, that we can still make the most of our time, while my friends are in the laundry room going over their lines for their deceiving play on words, that they feed to the birds, that they lock in their cage

I know that the sun is rising over the hill, but in the morning will you be there still?

[Chorus 1]
Bloodshot eyes and memories of ruined nights and wistful dreams
But who will I be when I wake up from this disease?
'cause you are the virus that's been pumping into the heart of me

[Verse 2]
My towers of collapsed dreams, and makeshift hope, and perfect symphonies
Cracking the sky with tendrils from their knowing eyes
Boxspring prayers to deafened gods who turn the TV volume up
All the while the jackals run their mouths, cackles lost in the sound

Tectonic plates of paper plans all jumbled up by cracking hands
They seem to speak the truth, that I will ruin you

[Chorus 2]
Bloodshot eyes and memories of ruined nights and wistful dreams
But who will I be when I wake up from this disease?
'cause you are the virus that's been pumping through my cells
With your antidotes and secrets that you're dying to sell

[Post-Chorus 1]
Your mascara is smudged as you start pacing the room
Along the avenues of romance in the AM gloom
As the lights in the hall stay true

(We'll love until the crosses form
Along the walls of bedframes' view
We'll love until the air is pure)

[Bridge]
My tongue contorts in distant metaphors
And we're sitting on the courtroom steps
I always wanted to adore
The security in the second guess

[Verse 3]
And the leaves start their descent from the branches above
Where I find out what it means to never be loved
Struggle to find meaning in the warmest of fires
In search of the purest feeling

[Chorus 3]
Bloodshot eyes and memories of ruined nights and wistful dreams
But who will I be when I wake up from this disease?
'cause you are the virus that's been pumping through my cells
With your antidotes and secrets that you're dying to sell

[Post Chorus 2]
As she lays down in bed, she moves to stare at her phone
In the twilight of the churches that're overgrown
With vines of distant flowers that confirm that we're alone

[End]
I'll say almost anything to prove I'm not a mistake, that we can still make the most of our time, before the sun starts to rise
I'll change convictions to give a certain allure, ignore that what we had should have stayed pure