And if I'm being honest I have no idea who you are Even though I wear your art as battle scars Relics of a lost thing that only lives on in me 'Cause I was dancing in the attic, red as Mars I was the bright thing to counter your smokey heart But when I think about it, I can see You're just a figment of my dream nation And I kinda like it Eyes like the Moon dipped in plastic, and Wrapped around your lungs I wish that I had kept your jacket, the one I liked so much Couldn't hold you close, so maybe your clothes could make me feel warm And I guess I should have seen it coming People rarеly change, do they? Seeking answers to an еndless mystery I'm obsessive, keeps me busy You were the bones and I was the bloodlust Hoping your veins would just rupture Show me your pain, show me your love