Show me all the good lies
What you keep locked up inside
In a small, frayed moment
Appetite finally waning
Come by any time
Took the last one when you looked away
Cycles of thoughts tumbling In a bitter automatic code
So right,
but so unkind
Cycles of thoughts tumbling
In a bitter automatic code
So right,
but so unkind
Finally it's over I can only offer you my condolences
The more you are asking for it
The less tragic it is
Yeah,
I know it's over Now we're left with our condolences
The more you are asking for it
The less tragic it is