Abandoned ship, thursday night
the crickets wings make it fly
but bedroom walls keep secrets from me.
go back to days when novacaine
was just a drug to numb the pain
when you'd see me and i'd see through you

well don't you want to
find a way to make things better?
well don't you want to
find a heart to piece together?

life support, just skips a beat
the irony stalls your trembling
but hospitals are just too damn cold.
go back to nights when company
was no different than lonely dreams
when you'd see lies and i'd see secrets