I keep lightingfires, and I keep punching walls I keep holding my breath, and I keep poking holes Oh, oh I keep smashing glasses, and I keep falling down I lay in the pieces, and I keep rolling around Oh, oh I'll sleep on my sofa and you can sleep in my bed I'll never feel whole, but you're as close as I'll get Oh, oh You can be the husband, I can be your wife We can pretend we can cope with real life White picket fences and stable jobs Three little faces and a couple of dogs You can be the husband, I can be your wife We can pretend we'll get over our strife Having conversations we've never had before You'll be drinking whiskey as I walk out the door I walk to the seafront and jump in fully clothed (oh) And I keep wandering aimless, oh shit, I don't even know (oh) Woah, woah I keep starting fires, and I keep poking holes I keep holding my breath cause I am nothing at all