First time in a while that everything is fine
I've lied to you, been lying to myself all the time
And your voice in the back of my head wishing things could be quiet
And your voice murdering the silence, consisting like a ritual
I'd stop and stare imagining that you’d be there
I'd spend my days wasting my time constantly
And your voice in the back of my head wishing things could be quiet
And your voice murdering the silence, consisting like a ritual
