There's blood in the streets, parades and fireworks
It's a giant celebration, a party for my downfall
I've had a few too many drinks
and my ears are missing your phone calls

My ghosts and demons are not your burden to bare
But every night you lay there
next to me in the bed
like a corpse in the sheets
while visions dance through my head

I just want to know if this is us
for the rest of our lives
We could kill this thing...