Looking back with perfect symmetry.
Mistakes were you, mistakes were me.
Photos fall through the glass,
paint it black to hide your face.
Static screams deaf the masses
but what do they have to say?

Fan the flames to the landslide.
Crown yourself in the wake.
We play this disaster.
Fanfare, fanfare, liar.

Concrete eyes and flash bang imagery.
You're bored with home, you're bored with me.
Rings were thrown out the window,
rolled down empty streets.
Walls will talk for the widow.
But what does she have to say?

(talking in background)
Roll the stakes up.
You roll it back, roll it back.
And slid your ring off your finger.
Throw it as hard as you could at a wall.
Your eyes blink too many times before they tear.

Run away from it before it becomes too real to hide from.
Lonliness and boredom start turning into anger and then hate.
Melodies begin to escape.
You roll it back, roll it back and give in.
It starts all over.
Surroundings will haunt you,
Relax.
(talking ends)

Edges dulled at the end of the day.