Hungover with a blister the size of jealousy
Try to straighten my neck, keep my shoulder out of view
Climbing an impossible girl with my canyon tampered logic
My high's been detail blown while the obvious slipped my mind

So I dream, so I plan
to paint the windows black
and keep the sun off your skin
then we'll spend the nights in back
and begin to believe in you and me
when we both know nothing lasts

6 months past apology and not one face I know
guilt like luggage, ghosts like thorns; and hope like candles
tailor my reflection - with a wish, turn shame to sane
if it's someone I can't have then I'm sure to turn to ivy right away

So I scheme, so I plot
for some slow time alone
to test the contour of your skin
then we'll count the days in sweat
and begin to believe in you and me
when we both know nothing lasts

Who would care if I left? Who would follow me?
Would you care if I left? Would you follow me?

We hold fine when we're alone
and we ignore that nothing lasts - nothing lasts
We hold fire when we're alone
and we ignore that nothing lasts - nothing lasts