She says she likes the darkness
Like, the only way to make sense of the world
Is through the darkness
If the mirror on the wall tells the truth
Would we like what we see?
It's all a little too much Dorian Gray
If you ask me
I need to know
I need to know
If my fickle soul has the bones to stand on its own
I need to know
If my fickle soul has the bones to stand on its own
We woke up microwaving coffee
And Screaming At Traffic
All the times that you vent
I see your hand in all of it
We can reach the bottom of the ocean if we talk about it
We can reach the bottom of the ocean but we never talk about it
I need to know
I need to know
If my fickle soul has the bones to stand on its own
I need to know
If my fickle soul has the bones to stand on its own
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand
Hold my hand