How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax, I touch your still frame,
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you... to you, so I...
I scratch at your waist line, your doll hair,
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow,
So I make you my religion, my collision, my escape goat.
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing,
Instead of what we both know,
Instead of what we both know.
I cut to the punch line baby.
Can we pretend I'm amazing?
Instead of what we both know.

And now our history is for sale,
And for that I apologize,
You see you're my only know-how,
The study of when I believed I belong to you... to you...
You see I've made you into something more delicious, my sweet ghost.
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing,
Instead of what we both know,
Instead of what we both know.
I cut to the punch line baby.
Can we pretend I'm amazing?
Instead of what we both know.

I'm so sorry... there it goes, back over there...