In castles made of mother's sheets
We found all our joy in the make belief.
Convinced that every dream would come true
We're taught there's nothing lurking beneath our beds
we made it up from within our heads
And brought them to life
The walls get thinner as we speak
The fields we knew as children become concrete
No success we yield.
So the lesser part of me’s getting cold
While the better part of me starts to fade
I feel the phantom’s breath brush upon my skin
Tonight, I'll leave the lights on
Between our futures and our past
The distance travelled turned out way too fast
The punchline still remains.
We found the monsters in our heads are real
The gift of regret will linger on
Forgo what we once knew
With bated breath we get our fill
The diamonds in the rough are sparkling still
There's nothing left to find
So the lesser part of me’s getting cold
While the better part of me starts to fade
I feel the phantom’s breath brush upon my skin
Tonight.
The deeper part of me starts to drown
The shallow part comes up from the ground
The sunlight on my face has turned from red to gray
Tonight, I'll turn the lights off.
On my own To the unknown
Oh how we used to find such joy
under the summer sun we'd make believe, we'd make believe
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