When the line between truths is as shallow as your breath, And when we sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were: Cheap red lipstick, whore house perfume. Disregard our potential, Cause honey we've vanquished all those fears and replaced them with lust. In just a few more seconds, a few more minutes, a few more thrusts, And our love will be gone, and honey, it will be gone. And I will be vindicated, And I will be lost.