Out of time.
My love is an obsession, caught between the cracks of a fairy tale.
Denial is my best friend, I think we get
Along better than you and I.
Drowning in a sea of lies,
Choking under pressure.
Am I worth it, are you worth it?
Do you deserve this, do I deserve this?
Don’t know where to go, but it’s late.
And I feel we’re running out of time.
So let’s make the seconds count.
My collection of insecurity, my sincerest apologies.
I still have scar tissue, of my longing issues.
Delightfully suicidal, deprived of my dearest idol.
No I’m not singing a sad song,
Just waiting for the time to get along.
So are you worth it, are we worth it?
Do we deserve this, do you deserve this?
Don’t know where to go, but it’s getting late.
We are running out of time, so
let’s make the seconds count.
