Living on the edges of our pages Try to turn them but we get stuck We thought we'd always be ageless Now we're only left with paper cuts Thinking we could stay this high forever And write a novel of love Shakespearean disaster Short story in blood So can you love yourself Until you learn to trust Hold your demons close And let them turn to dust So can you love yourself Until you learn to trust Let the voices in your head Turn down Turn down Standing so long in the shadows Feel the shock of the cold wind You can lead or you can follow Sails open to the world's end No more running from the fever Rising in the burning sun Gonna put you back together Heal the deepest cut