Gone are the days of evasion
Existence is how you create it
What ever compels you to keep on
Fucking embrace it so long as the missing piece of the puzzle
Split down the middle
We had better
Prepare ourselves for perpetual winter

Why do we do this to ourselves
Continuous escape, a living hell
Like those other lovers hidden under the covers
It's so empty in the arms of another

See what you've done
You're irresistible with your sordid stories, the morbid glory of it all
Remember when times were worth celebrating
Pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes singing in unison

My hell is a blank piece of paper
Staring back at me
My hell is wasted potential haunting me

Why do we do this to ourselves
Continuous escape, a living hell, living hell
Why do we do this to ourselves
It's so fucking empty in the arms of another