On Broadway, in moonlight
You're a shadow on the empty road
You're concave, you disguise
But you're never gonna let me know
Lying in your arms, your arms
Got comfortable
Now I'm here I run I run like thunder
And I can hear the drums
No thanks to you, I've let go
Wish you can hold your hands up
You keep your head low
Wish you can hold your hands up
The backseat of your car which you borrowed from an adopted home
You shapeshift like smoke rings growing hot as you watch me go
Wearing thin your mask your mask destructible
You're pretender a pretender
So tell me now have you lost your mind 'cause I believed every one of your lies