: nova :

filling up your life again
distract yourself to dull the pain
stop holding your breath
wonder when you'll be done
but all it takes is three good months
to scare you to death
the question is: whats to become of you?

falling planes and sinking ships
bleeding from your fingertips
pool and congeal
you fill your eyes with blackest stars
inhaling all your snow white scars
and then you can feel
the question is: whats to become of you?

and i'm afraid that you've become
the thing you hate the most

you hate yourself
find someone else who will make those stars explode
you hate yourself
find someone else who will love the lies you've told

the question is: whats to become of us?

when you hate yourself
you find someone else and that story's getting old