Dwindling Beauty (Let's Fake Our Deaths Together) - Hawksley Workman

I think the universe is trying to tell me nothing

I think we both feel it’d be best if we walked away

And all the wives are drinking with their husbands

Like they’ve run out of anything good to say

I don’t feel sometimes

Anything but fear

There’s a limit to what i’ll take

I think the universe is trying to tell me nothing

Like maybe it’s run out of good things to say

In the dwindling beauty

Let the boredom kill

Oh i wish i had the answer

In the dwindling beauty

Let the boredom kill

Oh i wish i could

Lt’s fake our deaths togethr

Let’s fake our deaths together

In the dwindling beauty

Let the boredom kill

Let the boredom kill

What kind of drugs don’t you think we’re over using?

What kind of strangers do we think we both would make?

I hate the thought that either of us would be caught choosing

I hate the thought of losing anything for goodness sake