I've spent a long night watching movies with just me and my skin
I forgotten all the nightmares that I used to let in
I see the ghost of misery
And she's beautiful and thin
But my endeavors don't bring her close, no
She'd rather possess him

But the gone face of a liar is keeping us in line
But what happens when the truth starts mimicking the lies?
Emilia has her very own, a relationship dies
But who says we're not dead enough to keep our souls alive?

I keep sitting by a landline
Hoping fate will make a call
But now telephones are useless so what is the point of it all?
Fate is sleeping near an ashtray, a body outlined with chalk
She can reach me but I can't reach her
And it makes me feel so small

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