Under millions of miles Of blind snakes and profiles This love is dead yet still breathing While I sit in the bathroom dry heaving Last night's terrible decisions Stand with the Sun's inhibitions A heart-broken method rage Willed by whisky and a coming of age This love is suffocating in the smoke It may be done for good, but I don’t know And while this love may be sarcastic At least it’s folk, at least it’s folk Nobody has to know, nobody has to know My youth has turned me angry My anger's made me weird I enjoy the fakings and the take me’s This world's romances are all but seared The age of digital goodnights Sent from everyone’s porn device My emotions are rather concise It’s nothing new and nothing nice This love is suffocating in the smoke It may be done for good, but I don’t know And while this love may be sarcastic At least it’s folk, at least it’s folk Nobody has to know, nobody has to know And while this love may be sarcastic At least it’s folk, at least it’s folk Nobody has to know, God, nobody has to know