Gold frames
Still line the walls with her face.
I just can't get around
To boxing up the smiles of yesterday.
And I pray
For something to shake me
Cause she's the book I can't put down
She's the ghost that haunts my house
Welcome to stay
Tell me lies.
It's better than the real thing.
It's better that my heart stays in denial.
I ache
At the thought of turning this page
She's the rain that floods my mind
She's the dream I have at night
And I don't wanna wake
Hope fights letting go with a heart that breaks.
That we build what we can't tear down before it's too late, too late.
Tell me lies.
It's better than the real thing.
It's better that my heart stays in denial.
Tell me lies.
It's better than the real thing.
It's better that my heart stays in denial.