The Wrong Side

I left flowers at your door
To settle what was left of this sentimental war
Tell me, what's worth dying for
Two burnt out cigarettes
I can't do this anymore

All this time
I've been waiting on the wrong side
All this time
I've been waiting on the wrong side
All this time
Two wrongs could never make things right again
Can't you see there's nothing here but pretend

Now this moment's on a thread
The whiskey and the wine, it will go straight to our heads
We're left somewhere in between
A closet full of ghosts
And our matching empty beds

[Chorus x2]

Can't you see there's nothing here but pretend
Can't you see there's nothing here but the end