When she says "everything will be fine", that is such a relief.
But I feel drowned in these fucking city streets, I need to get away.
Because at this time I'm too tired to pretend, we're young and we won't forget.
Wasted at the same downtown bars, like the goner I am.
When the pain is over the hangover strikes back, my dirty old friend.
We're just dead hearts, walking by the edge.
We're just dead hearts, goners till' the end.
I'm going to be honest with myself,
And for the first time the truth will stand.
Screaming my lungs out, I don't need 'em anymore.
We're just dead hearts, walking by the edge.
We're just dead hearts, goners till' the end.