In these sheets still warm with dream
We could be anyone, it seems
You really remind me of someone I knew
You remind me of someone who drew
A heart in my dust

Only love makes us real
But not the kind you buy or steal
All the dusty hearts we'll make
Don't make up for the ones we'll break
All that lingers are dirty fingers

Pounding hearts aren't less than three (<3)
But it meant everything to me
I want in on all your sin
Meet the armies of enemies within
You remind me of someone I knew
You remind me of someone I knew