Every night of late
I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake
Because I feel, feel, feel
That every last mistake
That I have made, that I have made
Has me in pieces

I smile to your face
And it is a lie just the same
As if I, I washed it all away
And I showed my empty plate
Lo, lo

With every hour that passes
I try, I try to tell myself
What I know, know, know
That nights are only ashes
Of days gone by burned black and broken

I smile to your face
And it is a lie just the same
As if I, I washed it all away
And I showed my empty plate
Lo, lo

I wear them on my skin
Ahead when I begin
To run I chase until it follows

I smile to your face
And it is a lie just the same
As if I, I washed it all away
And I showed my empty plate

And I smile to your face
And it is a lie just the same
As if I, I washed it all away
And I showed my empty plate
Lo, lo
Lo, lo

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Writer(s): Aaron Dessner, Lisa Margaret Hannigan