I’ll fool you
Faking a smile and then rushing home
To puddle little hearts and photographs
Adorning the walls all around me
Thick with hot tears
To run down my cheeks, to scorn me
How could I be so foolish as to fool you
I whisper, “accident”
As if the word could save me
As if stopping short could save you
Alone where my thoughts cloud up
The truth
I’ll think of a better word to describe
“Loneliness”
And it’ll make the whole world better
One person at a time
Even though we’re all so perfect
Enough to fake our love and throne denial
We’ll brush the ego of those we adore
In order to hush the wolves
Howling at that lonesome moon
It’s just another routine of heartsick throbs
In the life of unrequited devotion
A little razor-blade named, “Amor!”
It’s a time like that
Where hands linger about a silent phone
A smoldered hope
Where eyes linger on an empty roadway
And it’s times like these
That make the heart grow fonder
On your knees
Praying to God that you forget the things
That make you wander back and forth
Between happiness
And something a little more suicidal than lust
The scent that brings your heartache home
Reveals a cage stronger than steel bars
And ravages the lonesome
With a dream about her
And it’ll make the whole world better
One person at a time
Even though we’re all so perfect
Enough to fake our love and throne denial
We’ll bend the truth for those we adore
In order to hush the wolves
Howling at that lonesome moon
It’s just another routine of heartsick throbs
In the life of unrequited devotion
A little razor-blade named, “Amor!”
Faking a smile and then rushing home
To puddle little hearts and photographs
Adorning the walls all around me
Thick with hot tears
To run down my cheeks, to scorn me
How could I be so foolish as to fool you
I whisper, “accident”
As if the word could save me
As if stopping short could save you
Alone where my thoughts cloud up
The truth
I’ll think of a better word to describe
“Loneliness”
And it’ll make the whole world better
One person at a time
Even though we’re all so perfect
Enough to fake our love and throne denial
We’ll brush the ego of those we adore
In order to hush the wolves
Howling at that lonesome moon
It’s just another routine of heartsick throbs
In the life of unrequited devotion
A little razor-blade named, “Amor!”
It’s a time like that
Where hands linger about a silent phone
A smoldered hope
Where eyes linger on an empty roadway
And it’s times like these
That make the heart grow fonder
On your knees
Praying to God that you forget the things
That make you wander back and forth
Between happiness
And something a little more suicidal than lust
The scent that brings your heartache home
Reveals a cage stronger than steel bars
And ravages the lonesome
With a dream about her
And it’ll make the whole world better
One person at a time
Even though we’re all so perfect
Enough to fake our love and throne denial
We’ll bend the truth for those we adore
In order to hush the wolves
Howling at that lonesome moon
It’s just another routine of heartsick throbs
In the life of unrequited devotion
A little razor-blade named, “Amor!”
