three a m you and i never see each other alone stand so tall over me i m out on the road lay my head down on your bedroom floor you say nothing you just come sit next to me baby you are not as sad as you want me to think and i m so narcissistic i want you to be obsessed with me i can t enjoy paris cause i can t get away from you you re like a ghost trapped in my hotel room it pulls me in so rough by the collar of my coat when jess puts on bleu without one word from me we drive around through montmartre we go sightseeing and the soldiers look around through the rain and the snow and the sleet i want what i want so i just stop focusing on the bodies in the basement the love you and i wasted bodies in the basement i fly home from berlin i go out at night cause being here with him now doesn t feel right and you stare at me like i could never love you back like a mirror shining in my eyes i know i m no better than you we drive for hours in the wrong direction staring at the moon staring at the moon