Life Letters

And while this fly is cleaning its little feet
I'll keep saying that I'm doing just fine
On average, a person can lie up to two hundred thousand times a day

So I'll lie now, and then you'll leave
You'll walk away, and I'll be here
A strange heart will form, a foolish setup
And I'll be scared to be alone
In this room of colorful capes
Tied to me by your cape

Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Kiss me until the rays don't matter to us
As long as we still feel something
As long as we're still here

Kiss me

Kiss me until the rays don't matter to us
As long as we still feel something
As long as we're still here

Kiss me, I hate how much I need you
Because things could get a lot worse
You exhale, we have an hour
An hour, just one hour

Kiss me

Kiss me, I hate how much I need you
Because things could get a lot worse
You exhale, we have an hour
An hour, just one hour