Don’t wanna self-destruct
I know I think too much
But if I think too much
Maybe I’ll find a way out of this labyrinth

Should’ve seen the patterns
It’s the kind of glass that shatters
And we’re words away from endings now

We’d better breathe before we go up in smoke
Like I’m a haunted house, you’re the ghost and
Nobody else wants to get close to this
Can’t you see it’s done

Try to sort it all in boxes
And act like I don’t care
But it wraps around the chimney
In the winter air

We could’ve still been friends
But we said too much
It was a slow burn but it’s speeding up

We’d better breathe before we go up in smoke
Like I’m a haunted house, you’re the ghost and
Nobody else wants to get close to this
Can’t you see it’s done

Words are just words till you use them wrong
And they stay around for way too long
Words are just words till you use them wrong
And they stay around for way too long