Cynical

Cynical

Cold, cold eyes, cold eyes

Swimming into mine

Sirens for sailors

I’m going under

I just can’t help it

You and I, so wild

Bodies over minds

Sirens and sailors

You pull me under

I’m ready for your ice and your fire

When you’re running hot

It’s a full blown fever

You throw your shadow

I fall apart

But I come back to you again

When I’m feeling kinda cynical

No one else can haunt me like you do

You turn me on then you turn me off

But no one else can haunt me like you do

This is kind of messed up

But I know deep down that I just can’t live without you

And I thought I was invincible

But no one else can haunt me like you do

Holding every last hope

Walking every tightrope

Feels like I’m dancing in the dark

It’s heaven and its hell

And this is criminal

With every lie I’m questioning myself

Ice or you’re fire

When you’re running hot

You’re a full blown fever

You throw your shadow

I fall apart

Always come back to you again

When I’m feeling kinda cynical

No one else can haunt me like you do

You turn me on then you turn me off

But no one else can haunt me like you do

This is kind of fucked up

But I know deep down that I just can’t live without you