We're making habits out of vanities and gospel for the stalls.   The less you breathe the more you see of it all.   The lion's share is courting the teen one hand holds them back while the other is holding me.   We don't connect though we're both disconnected.      Oh, oh yeah we're so in love or else we're waving   unloaded guns in the air.    But, it's the same thing ain't it?      I'm only here to give you someone to leave when you get bored.   But, the first mistake's so good it'll only ensure another.      Oh, oh yeah you look so good or you're just saving   your flaws for the tight lipped lover.   But, it's the same thing ain't it?      We're lost. Profound. And we are bound by the secrets we keep from each other.      Pick up your heels or dig them in.   It doesn't matter when the void is ravenous.   It's too late for us now anyways.   It's too late for us now. This confession is a lost cause- we got dead before we arrived.      We're making habits out of vanities and gospels for the stalls.   So grab your old lady and dance into the breach. Yeah let's dance one more time into the breach.      Oh, oh yeah we're so in love or else we're waving unloaded guns in the air.   But, it's the same thing ain't it?      Divine light sparks from a severed wire.    So we hit the town like our parachutes failed.      We're lost. Profound. And we are bound by the same dichotomy.