"He doesn’t love me
but as long as he glides his fingertips down my frame
and the lights are off,
and he’s kissing me like it’s the last time,
we belong to one another.
If we speak sweet words,
it’s enough, isn’t it?
We pretend that it’ll work out anyway,
that somehow we’ll fall into the right place
where we’re supposed to be,
because we know it isn’t here."