[Verse 1]
Ready, fire, maybe aim and try again;
We raise our glasses so much higher than our guns.
We're lying just like mirrors, and I'm done.
I'm done.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
But we're standing on the edge of something bigger than it feels.
A constellation fell just short of the sky, burning at our heels.
You're crying into my kitchen sink, but you're a thousand miles away,
And I'm not sure that we'll wake if it's this early in the day.
[Chorus]
Don't close your eyes.
Oh, please, don't close your eyes.
It's too late to sleep and we're splitting;
We're splitting at the seams.
[Verse 2]
Lights, camera, action, quiet on the set.
Sparks line the scene for this one.
The storycloser tastes so bitter, and I'm done.
But all I want is more.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
And we're standing on the edge of something so much smaller than it seems.
A constellation crashed under the sky, thus cutting short our dreams.
You're crying still into my arms, but you're a thousand miles away.
And I'm not sure that we'll wake if it's this early in the day.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Oh, you're eyes are gaining distance.
Oh, you're trying but we're so far gone.
Oh, I'm reaching for a number.
Get in line we're drifting on and on,
And on and on and on.
[Chorus x2]
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