You're a god-forsaken thunderstorm
So devastating, and yet so fascinating
I can feel it shivering down my back, 'cause you're the hunter and I'm the hunted
I can feel the rain dripping on my skin even though it's cloudless
The air's so cold I can feel it twisting my throat and cutting up my lungs
Headwind, it's a way too twisted road
Road signs too dark to even pretend that I have been here before
But there's no turning back anymore
I'm not insane but I think you love to see me hurt
And I feel you smiling as I hit the dirt
So let's stop pretending this is a happy ending
The air's so cold I can feel it twisting my throat and cutting up my lungs