Does the moon look pale these days?

Or has it always been that way?

The holes in my teeth whistle when I sleep

But no one seems to remember

Got this far, still saying, "I wish I knew"

I'd laugh, but it's not funny anymore

Home's gone caving in, every inch of it suffocates

Let me overdose on pleasure

And the sun makes her way inside, spotlight

I'd ask her if she's on my side, I've been wasted all night

And if I got a new face, could you still tell I'm rotting?

(If it's enough to tell me that you love mе)

If it's where I residе, I can't be sorry for falling

I shouldn't tell you I've been picking up the belt again

And pulling hard 'til I decide it's too much

I closed my eyes and I was out of town again

It's nice as an idea but it just stays as one

(I'm sick of my mind)

Fallin'