This is what we've done to us   These memories we can't trust   But I try to love the lie   I find my own way home   Pretend our histories are not   Written in stone      You've got your saints and your sorrows   And I've got my ghosts   And what's killing me now   Is gonna kill us both   And if time is a factor   The only one that we face   Like lines on a map   You can try to erase   But it doesn't change a thing   No, it just makes a mess   And in a million years   I wouldn't love you any less   You can breathe in and out   You can burn to the ground   Put your finger on the trigger   When there's no one around   It's the truth you hate the most   And it would hurt if you could feel   But I'll visit at the grave   Yeah, I'll lay down on the field      This is what I've come to trust   These words have turned to dust   I can try to love the lie   I find my own way home   Pretend our histories are not   Written in stone   To love the lie I find my own way home   Pretend our histories are not   Written in stone