If I've got black under my eyes, if I look like sh*t
If everything seems blurry, like in a bad dream
When you're not here, I guess I do stupid stuff
If I still talk about us two, if I talk in the plural
It's 'cause 'us' was better than a lonely, cruel 'me'
When I say I'm better without you
Don't believe me, I'm talking sh*t
And your hand tightens in mine
And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
If I've got bags under my eyes and my voice cracks
It's 'cause the nights are too short, replaying our fights
No more thinking, just doing stupid stuff
If by chance you get long-ass messages
Tell yourself it's not me, it's my hands talking
Maybe it's better like that
It's fake it's beautiful but it's nonsense
And your hand tightens in mine
And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
Never serious, yeah it's nonsense
And your hand tightens in mine
And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
Never serious, yeah it's nonsense
I don't know what we're waiting for, I find it unhealthy
This shaky story where nothing's certain
But it's true it was good
When shadow puppets danced under the sheets
Drew bodies that didn't lie
And then there's your scent mixed with mine
The hope of morning, of a never-ending story
It's true I'd like that
Then the door opens, one last refrain
And running my fingers through your brown hair
It's true I'd like that
And your hand tightens in mine
And then nothing else, anyway where does it lead
It's nothing but smoke and mirrors
Never serious yeah it's nonsense
Yeah it's nonsense
Yeah it's nonsense
Never serious yeah it's nonsense
Never serious yeah it's nonsense