CLOSE OUR EYES
Slowly closing
Can't find a new scene
It seems to me you're on the radio much more now
Can't see through you
Your eyes, your view
It seems to me there's nothing left and nothing special
So pretty when smiling
Violent dancing
There's nothing more to do than stare at your reflection
Losing my faith
You're in bad taste
There's nothing more to you, you're not so fucking special
We don't need water
We don't need thoughts of consideration
Mind stimulation
Slowly wilting
You know we're dying
You're so far gone to me there's nothing left to salvage
So long, you win
Can't keep from crying
We were never that fucking special
