First time in the world that everything is fine.
I've lied to you, been lying to me for some good time.

And your voice in the back of my head wishes things could be quiet.

And your voice murdering the silence, consisting like a ritual.

I stop and stare imagining that you’d be there.
While I spend my days wasting my time constantly.

And your voice in the back of my head wishes things could be quiet.

And your voice murdering the silence, consisting like a ritual