Traitors Never Play Hang-man

This is what the edge of your seat was made for
Holding on, nothing to lose
This is what the edge of your seat was made for
And this.

This is what the back of your hand was made for
Stolen apologies
Stolen apologies, you.

You're a traitor to my heart
You're a traitor to us all.

Forsaken.

This over indulgence of conciseness
Has torn a day apart
And lingered in the splendor
Of the feeling in my stomach
Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
Covering my face
I wait for what I have to do.

Forsaken.

We're all movie stars
We're all movie stars
We're all movie stars
We're all movie stars.

(And I'm speaking these words)
(And I'm talking to the mirror)

You're a traitor to my heart
You're a traitor to us fucking all.

I don't want to kiss anyone
I don't want to kiss anyone but you
I fucking love you.