Plastered in falsities, I sort of appear as a god, huh?
Pretending to know what I really feel and stuff,
That's all on you, the crowd of suspicious folk

Taking hold of something and using it to destroy the illusion,
Trying to cool my feelings is such a foolish endeavour
I don't plan on joining hands with such normal scrubs

The me who's dressed up in a cool demeanor, the reason I try to put it into words,
Is that so simply, so inevitably, I'll just get irritated

I called down a spring storm, cried, and my heart was wounded
Something like that's nothing but hubris, right?
Yeah, it probably is, I really get that, but

All of the breaths I spit out are surely too hazy, coming across as a pain in the ass
They say that wishing to be loved
Is a sin; what a sweet scent it has

Once there's no more of that wavering cider,
Let's part ways, okay?

With all of my ideologies dried up, what in the world appears godly about that?
Though all my fury went away long ago,
As long as I keep the act up, they've got no clue

But the reason this story keeps going on, without an end
Is because I keep wishing for it to reach you
Who always lends an ear, no matter what

The me who swore to a ceasefire had their identity flake away
Because I have the dedication to carry this disappointment with me

I called down a spring storm, cried, and my heart was wounded
Something like that's nothing but hubris, right?
Yeah, it probably is, I really get that, but

All of the breaths I spit out are surely too awkward, coming across as a pain in the ass
They say that wishing to be loved
Is a sin; what a sweet scent it has

Once there's no more of that wavering cider,
Let's part ways, okay?

I called down a spring storm, cried, and my heart was wounded
Something like that's nothing but hubris, right?
Yeah, it probably is, I really get that, but

All of the breaths I spit out are surely too hazy, coming across as a pain in the ass
They say that wishing to be loved
Is a sin; what a sweet scent it has

Once there's no more of that wavering cider,
Let's part ways, okay?

I called you here on purpose, I died, my heart withering away
Something like that's nothing but hubris, right?
Yeah, it probably is, I really get that, but

I called you a fool, everything got hazy, I looked at you, and woke up
They say that wishing to be loved
Is a sin; what a sweet scent it has

Once there's no more of that wavering cider,
Let's part ways, okay?

Let's part ways, and if we long for it,
Then let's smile again