Shadows settle on the place that you left
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Destroy the middle it's a waste of time
From the perfect start to the finish line
And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong
We are the reckless, we are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we'll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there
And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home
It was a flood that wrecked our home
And you caused it
And you caused it
And you caused it
You caused it
