Choices and the voices of their wine lips

Riding in the backseat of your closet ship

Feeding while they're eating all our innocence

And I know that this is real life

In the backyard, on the love seat, with the TV, and the cellar

And I know that this is real life

And I am talking to the sofa and the soda machine

And they's is giving up logic that I've never seen though

Won't you let me in on your secret in the cellar, cause it was playing fortune teller

I got a rеason that I'm giving up everything that I evеr owned, or I ever got, or you ever gave me