Let me walk you home
We'll pretend that I'm fine
And I can't be alone
With all these past lives
Let me be an answer
Cause I know nothing's there
They prayed to the soul of an atheist
She was too far gone to care
Never been a gambler
Never wanted to try
Never been to a funeral
Quite like hers, it felt like mine
At seventeen years old I was already so tired
I made homes of ash trays and headstones I fell in love with the liars
Never been a gambler
Always wanted to try
Never been to a funeral
Quite like hers, it felt like mine
I dream that I'm covered in blood
Could be yours, could be mine
You reach out a hand
Tell me you don't mind
In those dreams you love me
The way you were supposed to
And in those dreams I'm falling, falling
With nothing to hold on to
Let me be an answer
Cause I know nothing's there
They prayed to the soul of an atheist
She was too far gone to care
Never been a gambler
Always wanted to fly
Never been to a funeral
Quite like yours, who knew it was mine