Fake Death

Oliver Hame, Thomas Ward

Safe to say this is a mess
She's on a call, convinced he's broken
Tie him up, restrain him now
Repudiation is the latest crown

I saw her looking again
Staring from the outside, in
"I guess I got nothing to tell you"
That line's see-through
All that she wants is his safety (Someone save me)
Or half as much as he gave me
Am I just crazy?

All along, everything's happening all at once
Scared of believing that something's wrong
Broken and beaten, he's holding on
To a time, way before this
Caught you lookin' at me like I deserve it
Fake death, no crying
Not ready to, not ready to

Still trying but they don't wanna let him know
Voices in his head, how do we make them stop?
Getting late and you can hear him in the hall again
"Don't take him from me, please don't take him from me"

There's nothing colder to see
Eyes looking empty
Like he's ready to leave

In a reality shift
Absent minds become adrift
I was in love with you then
Oh god, this can't be the end

In a reality shift
The mind protects to exist
Don't tell me this isn't love
Haven't we suffered enough?

The Throwaway Scene

Fake Death

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