I'll breathe your fresh air and you'll steal my lungs.
(A sacrifice for something else)
I'll breathe your fresh air and you'll burn my lungs.
(A sacrifice I've never felt)
I'm on the verge of a moral breakdown.
I've got the urge for a moral takedown.
I slip through your window; you lock up your door.
We both lay on blankets sprawled out on your floor.
And I love you like we... like we won't ever live like this again.
You came back for more and I loved you still.
Thought you wanted it all, but you just wanted feel
like a religion you never knew.
Did I make you feel pure, (act) like you never knew?
She's my target; a clean shot's what I'm after.
My eye to the scope, through a blur of moving color.