Desire imitations
Fading passions
You say I don't hold you
The way I used to

Fantastic illusions
Harsh assumptions
You say I don't kiss you
The way I used to

And there's a hole where your heart used to be
Heaven help you
Hate where love used to be
(...) but I'll help you

Stop holding on so [bad word] tight
Yeah, love is like, it's like a bird in flight
The tighter you grip
The looser it slips
Love is like, it's like a bird in flight

Life of millionaires
Such extraordinaire
Bet they don't kiss any differently
Life of movie stars
Perfect stripped to parts
I bet they don't taste any differently

And our (...) lives where light used to stay
Heaven help you
There's lines on your face where a smile used to play
(...) but I'll help you