This is what the edge of your seat was made for
Holding on, nothing to lose
This is what the edge of your seat was made for
And this

This is what the back of your hand was made for
Stolen apologies
Stolen apologies, you

You're a traitor to my heart
You're a traitor to us all

Forsaken

This over indulgence of conciseness
Has torn a day apart
And lingered in the splendor
Of the feeling in my stomach
Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
Covering my face
I wait for what I have to do

Forsaken

We're all movie stars
We're all movie stars
We're all movie stars
We're all movie stars

And I'm speaking these words
And I'm talking to the mirror

You're a traitor to my heart
You're a traitor to us fucking all

I don't want to kiss anyone
I don't want to kiss anyone but you
I fucking love you