We Pretend - Criteria

We pretend

Living out our half-lives

A solemn end

Walking through the land mines

In the night, awake, to celebrate in the cold dark hour

Breaking down like an enzyme

You’re stuttering

Your hands are shaking

Your muscles ache

Your lungs constricting

So, this is dying

My end has no timing

So, this is dying

My end has no

Timing the answer is never the answer

And while our friends are blown apart

We celebrate a fake-tanned Bonaparte

Is this the end or is this just the start

I can make amends if you are true to your heart

Can you be true to your heart

There’s no defending an answer when it leads to cancer

Break away before you break me down

Down like and enzyme it won’t be the first time