I'm sick of whining and wasting my time Get down to business before I lose my mind!
Breaking this down, let the background be just that now. Burning my hands holding onto a fire I've been staring at now for a while. I probably won't fall, just get lost on the way. And how much I've lost, I can't say now. You say we lived in these moments, I just don't see it... Even through you.
You say it's not a lie but I still fall behind you. Because I think we died a little bit each time We waste on the 'whys' but you don't see the sky You see stars as cigarettes and looks filled with knives And we died.