Dead Air

Oh my god, my stomach flipped again Oh shit, my face is turning red I taste where my lips bled From mouthing all that's in my head I thought that I would dream of you by now And if I stare long enough Is that dead air? Or is it love, love, love? What's that face staring at me for Son of God, or just a lying whore Take these thoughts and carve the others out Baby take my thoughts and carve the others out 'Cause maybe in the morning, the sun won't shine And maybe in the morning, my lungs won't rise If I believe in something, it's nothing nice But I believe in falling in love Yes, I believe in falling in love (In love, in love, in love, in love) Falling in love (In love, in love, in love, in love) Falling back in love Yes, I believe in falling in love (In love, in love, in love, in love) Falling back in love (In love, in love, in love, in love) I'm falling back in love (In love, in love, in love, in love) Falling back in love