'cause it can see right through you

the stars aren't jealous when they see inside

the paleness of your skin

the blackness of you sin

the vision of your arms open wide

my open heart gushing

like a river, right to you

all the bad things I've never tried

you can't end what you never begin

you can't lose what you never win

but I can't help feeling someone has died

so let's make believe

that I'm not me

and you're not you

like we're two thieves

who think that we're so free

we could steal the truth

the ambulance is rushing

but it only moves you

to use his rag on the blood that's dried

the little gap in my grin

the weakness of my chin

but my dad says it won't be homicide

because the mere thought of touching

is so beautiful to you

but to me it's like assisted suicide

I'd pop the rover with a pin

but it can't kill what's never been

and there are no more chances to convince you that I've lied

so let's make believe

that I'm not me

and you're not you

it's too bad thieves

are never free

and you can't steal the truth