We run, we hide.. we live a little lie
We flirt, we kiss.. we know there’ll be a goodbye.
We laugh, no tears.. when is this gonna die?
The hiding, the sneaking.. the time just flies by.
So what do we do?
What do we say?
When they ask us
“so is that how it’s played?”
Why do we do the things that we do.
We both know it’s a something..
that’ll only end in nothing.
The bites.. the kisses.. that we will surely miss
the licks, the tugs, that oh-my-god kiss..
The “yes”‘, the “no”’s, the “please baby.. don’t stop..”
the “more”’s, that look.. that makes you want to pop..
So why do they look at us
with that “Are they for real?” expression
It’s like they’re forcing us to give them..
A better first impression
We don’t have the need for apologies..
When we already know that it’s all hyprocrisies,
All we need is to live in our world, in this time
The world that we created in our minds
So what do we do?
How do we answer?
When they ask us
“So what happens when he finds out you’re the players?”
Why do we do the things that we do.
We all know it’s a something..
That’ll turn out to be nothing…
Why do we do the things that we do..
We all know it’s a something…
something so fitting it cannot just be a nothing.
Something so wondrously silly it can’t be a nothing..
Something so horrendously wrong yet somehow right
Something that sometimes makes us sleepless at night
Something…
that makes the heart whispers “There is something”,
and my head INSISTS “Enough, there is nothing..”
