Fame is crippling art
"Cold", I said it
Lay in bed, regret it
Hate that it's tearing me apart

I feel you gripping my lungs
Feel you ripping a hole in my chest

Faith is a balancing card
Up against the wind
Balance time and we just want to relive
A way back to the start

I feel you lift me up again
And tell me I'm the one you wanna be with

Clearing the history of all that I was
And wasn't enough, I wanna be wrong
Yeah, we have a history of coming undone
I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong

Faith is a balancing card
Up against the wind
Balance time and we just want to relive
A way back to the start

I feel you lift me up again
And tell me I'm the one you wanna be with

Clearing the history of all that I was
And wasn't enough, I wanna be wrong
Yeah, we have a history of coming undone
I wanna be wrong, I wanna be wrong

Now we have a history of
We have a history of
We have a history of