Under millions of miles
Of blind snakes and profiles
This love is dead yet still breathing
While I sit in the bathroom dry heaving

Last night's terrible decisions
Stand with the Sun's inhibitions
A heart-broken method rage
Willed by whisky and a coming of age

This love is suffocating in the smoke
It may be done for good, but I don’t know

And while this love may be sarcastic
At least it’s folk, at least it’s folk
Nobody has to know, nobody has to know

My youth has turned me angry
My anger's made me weird
I enjoy the fakings and the take me’s
This world's romances are all but seared

The age of digital goodnights
Sent from everyone’s porn device
My emotions are rather concise
It’s nothing new and nothing nice

This love is suffocating in the smoke
It may be done for good, but I don’t know

And while this love may be sarcastic
At least it’s folk, at least it’s folk
Nobody has to know, nobody has to know

And while this love may be sarcastic
At least it’s folk, at least it’s folk
Nobody has to know, God, nobody has to know