A storybook ending, it haunts to the bone.
She looks to the stars, will she ever be home?
With her ear to my chest and one to the phone,
the sirens kept singing, the devil stood stone.
I can see that crooked halo hanging over your head.
is this wrong, Is this right, Drowning in my fever every night.
She's my fictional fiance, I follow her every night.
She sent me straight to hell, I landed where I fell.
Don't you dare look away from this monster that you've made.
It is only the smallest part of me, aren't you proud of what you see?
Watching my silhouette sink like a stone,
our skin shared their sins, your bones become my own.
Why'd you skip the last step?
you don't have a drop of regret.
I can see that crooked halo hanging over your head.
is this wrong, Is this right, Drowning in my fever every night.
She's my fictional fiance, I follow her every night.
She sent me straight to hell, I landed where I fell.

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