When it all falls apart like a house made of cards
I will shuffle this deck 'til i fall asleep
Gentle touch, brittle bones, when we talk on the phone
I exist for you, you have all of me

I'm a small speck of dust, an inanimite husk
Of my former self, they are vanishing
There's a ghost in my room and it wears the perfume
That you used to wear; it's like you're next to me

But nothing's ever real enough
But nothing’s ever real enough

You're a voice in my head, at the foot of my bed
Like a poltergeist, drifting hauntingly
And my mind is a void, for the broken, destroyed
Little parts of me, an infinity

This ache in my head makes me quake in my bed
I fixate on it, i can't fall asleep
With this whine in my ears when the silence appears
It is deafening, it is everything

But nothing's ever real enough
But nothing’s ever real enough