Bathroom mirror laughs so hard,   Scribbled lipstick shouting truth   Years of whatever, a decaying youth      And I'm sorry,    But I think I cannot love you   At least not tonight   No, I think I cannot love you   I think I'd rather fight      Rusty eyes and sleepy heart   What comes together comes apart   But all she ever stole   The myth of love to make her whole      Grasping for air,    In a room full of cyanide   It's only a matter of time,   Before it all comes crashing down      In another story,   You could have been the heroine   It could have been a fairytale   You could have flaunted rosy cheeks,   Instead of fading into pale      Grasping for air,   In a room full of cyanide   It's only a matter of time,   Before it all comes crashing down      Hoping for, for a miracle   And I waited here to watch you   Watch you brace yourself   For when it all comes crashing      And you think    That they might cry   But you, you will be careless   You'll be an angel,   Busy learning how to fly      Never sleep and never rest,   Not with those cramps    Inside your chest   Never without nightly sin,   Atropine, your heroine      Grasping for air,   In a room full of cyanide   It's only a matter of time,   Before it all comes crashing down      Hoping for, for a miracle   And I waited here to watch you,   Watch you brace yourself   For when it all comes crashing