Text: Amaran. Atropine.

Bathroom mirror laughs so hard,
Scribbled lipstick shouting truth
Years of whatever, a decaying youth

And I'm sorry,
But I think I cannot love you
At least not tonight
No, I think I cannot love you
I think I'd rather fight

Rusty eyes and sleepy heart
What comes together comes apart
But all she ever stole
The myth of love to make her whole

Grasping for air,
In a room full of cyanide
It's only a matter of time,
Before it all comes crashing down

In another story,
You could have been the heroine
It could have been a fairytale
You could have flaunted rosy cheeks,
Instead of fading into pale

Grasping for air,
In a room full of cyanide
It's only a matter of time,
Before it all comes crashing down

Hoping for, for a miracle

And I waited here to watch you
Watch you brace yourself
For when it all comes crashing

And you think
That they might cry
But you, you will be careless
You'll be an angel,
Busy learning how to fly

Never sleep and never rest,
Not with those cramps
Inside your chest
Never without nightly sin,
Atropine, your heroine

Grasping for air,
In a room full of cyanide
It's only a matter of time,
Before it all comes crashing down

Hoping for, for a miracle
And I waited here to watch you,
Watch you brace yourself
For when it all comes crashing