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the same hair color, the same tattoosyou've got unlimited resources or nothing to loseyou make a choice and you were always afraid of dyingand i know i've been distant and i've filled you with doubtbut i've been heartbroken and i figured outwe all make a choice and i've never been afraid of dyingbut its fine because i'm already hardly aliveand keep on holding on, hostile or withdrawnits our will, our way, live through it everydayand i don't really care to stop it because we'vebrought it all on ourselves for so long and it helps us to remain valiant harboring affection, you pull me in too deepjust for female attention or some form of relief and we'll just come back, we're always ashamed of tryingits all so familiar, all of this pent-up regretbehind last night's mascara and 10 dollar betsthat you knew you'd lose, but you've never been ashamed of tryingthe same apprehension, the same subtletyits been 3 years and you still tread on meits not a choice, its a struggle to stay conscioussome romantic metaphor, its an uncanny signbaby, i'll be your muse if you'll always be minewe spell it out in incoherent love songs Aus Songtexte Mania