Questions, questions
Knowing there's truth behind those eyes

I've counted the hearts
I've counted the names
I've counted the minds
That dealt with shame

I've tried to lock in
I've tried to keep out
Don't give me your piece of mind
Of what it's all about
Of what it's all about

I've got my hands on my face
Thinking of you
Misused a drug, then I forgot about
That I lost a race today
Thinking of you
Feels like I'm living in your book without its chapter of truth
Yeah

Justice, justice
Going insane without a source

I've counted the hearts
I've counted the names
I've counted the minds
That dealt with shame
I burned my heart
Swallowed your sun
'Cause losing my mind
Is half the fun
Is half the fun
Is half the fun

I've got my hands on my face
Thinking of you
Misused a drug, then I forgot about
That I lost a race today
Thinking of you
Feels like I'm living in your book without its chapter of truth
Without its chapter of truth
Without its chapter of truth
Yeah

Picture-perfect gay
Won't go my way
Picture-perfect gay
Won't go my way

'Cause everything's natural and everything's sane
When all that you get is a slap in the face
I don't deserve this and neither do you
'Cause it's waste