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I never feel heartache, I never overstay my welcome
Some call me their scapegoat, some call me the next day drifter
In a crowded room of strangers, I can't take my eyes off of her
Shortly after introduction, I see the innocence in her eyes
She says, "these are the magical moments that dreams are always made of"
I have never been good with hello's or goodbye's
I whisper in her ear, "this is not the time and place, my dear, to be foolishly falling in love"
But if you're willing to be so naive, i'll let you pretend you're mine
And even though you'll only see me for one night, I'll leave a scar on your heart that will last for a lifetime

The bed is our canvas for this masterpiece, our clock is the sky
When the moon disappears, so will I
I don't want breakfast in the morning, I don't want to stick around and chat
All you'll have is tonight, be happy that you even got that
Our fun has just begun, but the approaching sunrise is already screaming for "last call"
We can try to stand so tall tonight or we can choose to crawl, but it's only a matter of time until we both fall…fall…fall

She starts to feel heartache, she never even knew my name
Ashes to ashes and the sad cycle starts to continue
A different body, a different bed, but it's all the same
I feign affection, I smile to shield the sins
She says "I'm so glad you're not like the other guys"
Little does she know that the victim never wins
As I think to myself "the blanket of the night perfectly conceals this lust of lies"
But if you're willing to be so ignorant, I'll let you blindly believe that we are an endeavour that will never sever
And even though we'll only share a brief, beautiful moment together, I'll leave you with memories that you can cherish and regret forever.

The bed is our playground for fantasies, our clock is the sky
When the moon bids farewell, so will I
I don't want tea time the next day, I don't want to stay and chew the fat
All you'll have is tonight, be grateful that you even got that
Our chests are pinned against each other, but our backs are pinned against the wall
We can end this quick or choose to stall, but our omega will have the same outcome for our one night fall…fall…fall

...In what takes forever to build and stand up high and tall only takes one night to crumble and fall…