You can't play our broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that aint real

Oh the truth hurts and lies worse
I can't like it anymore
And I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing, we are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to say
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late