Shallow talk Even at the bottom of the glass My vision's getting blurry and the liquor in my blood asks Her back to mine Dead air in the cab in the dead of night We lay our bodies bare and fake love in the pale moonlight This is getting so old When did my my soul grow so cold I just wanna feel something real again Back seats, silver screens We were just kids Taught how to kiss by movie scenes And I put my trust on the stacks and went all-in I bet you were the one-in-a-million But I've lost it all, my faith in love all dead and gone This is getting so old When did my my soul grow so cold Will I ever feel something real again? Now love is just a faint and distant memory Maybe I should blame my self full-filling prophecies It just never plays out the way that it's supposed to be This is getting so old When did my my soul grow so cold Will I ever feel something real again? Will I ever feel something real again? Will I ever feel something real again?