Less Talking, fight triggers I'm so full of this ghost bullshit 'Cause we both know it's gonna stay the same in here Half in it, half quitted What is this, can't pin it down I've lost my house whilst living in it No one's in love but Yeah they can fake it Finally crossing off the list of demands You make it sound So effortlessly lonely I forget that this does nothing for me This time will I let my cold shoulder win Or will I drench myself in lukewarm waters Everybody never feels a thing I promised to myself when I got older I wouldn't try to be as cool as them All of my friends cannot bear to think And I've seen at least half of them spitting in the sink On saturdays And I think in some ways It couldn't hurt to let somebody in