It was a sober sunrise when we fell from cloud nine
rhetoric was never good at keeping secrets
and isn't it funny that we never saw our own ending
because the type was scrawled and faded from too much wear
and a couple of pages were missing
we always blamed destiny
but it turns out that we were just lost in translation
(and no one bothers with directions when you're going downhill)
we always thought our silver lining glittered like gold
but when it rains, the sky can tell beautiful lies
and we never saw our own storm until the lightning struck
and the truth was stark and ugly in the violent flames
that regretted every moment we'd ever lost (just another fragment of
our broken hourglass which cut us down to size when
the sand stopped falling)

I wish I had a gun
it's just too hard trying to forget falling in love with heartbreak
(you were meant to be my cure but you became my poison)
mistakes like us never heal