In between betweeners (In debt with Mad Donna)

Hearts bleed downstairs
another controlled chaos
and house of dead ends

Still we see the same sun
but cannot howl the moon
only things that make sense
are the things that you adore

Kissing slowly upstairs
another crisis disorder
and seamless divorce

Breathe me in before beating
fist will fit like a glove against
my face will tell you how pain
looks all the same in the end

And I'm sitting here on stairs
between not choosing to mend
it's not mine but your bitter end