After The Sirens - Hemlock Is The New Mistletoe lyrics

When I wake up on fire and get caught in the sheets, my dreams of safety hit the floor. I've heard the air raid too many times before to be bothered by the bombs. And you ask me why I'm holding on to what you're holding over my head. Well I am lost in the space you left between good and bye. And the bu*terflies get caught in my throat when they try to follow you away from me. I believe in healing but there is just no prize for whose head gets stuck the deepest in the sand. I believe in healing! Then Christ, just heal me! Don't even try to fix this with that face you make. I know just how you pout like a rainy day without a parade.