Hologram

Underneath the cold moon
In the parking lot I told you
Didn't know you would take back the hours we wasted
We're frozen in the headlights
We're sleeping on the black ice
We're shooting not to act nice
Blood in the air, I could taste it

So I felt like you were neutral the night you said that you were home
You played me like a musical
Said ignorance is beautiful
I felt like you were neutral the night you said that you were home
[?]

You said you wouldn't
But you did it
Why you lying?
I ain't kidding
Hands numb, can't feel
This love's not real
Now I'm finding
Your handwriting
'Cross the ceiling
Close my eyes and say, how'd I get here?
This love's not real

I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram

Double yellow lines like
Slipping in the back night
I'm losing all my lifelines
Never thought you could erase them

This world is full of hypocrites and bitches praying innocence
You see I just came to witness it
And leave here with no fingerprints
This world is full of hypocrites and bitches praying innocence
[?], but it's not insensuous

You said you wouldn't
But you did it
Why you lying?
I ain't kidding
Hands numb, can't feel
This love's not real
Now I'm finding
Your handwriting
'Cross the ceiling
Close my eyes and say, how'd I get here?
This love's not real

I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram

Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream
Go back to the same crime scene
Now my ears baby won't stop ringing
My ears, yeah, they won't stop ringing
Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream
Go back to the same crime scene
Now my ears baby won't stop ringing

I lost touch with who I am
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram
This castle is made of sand
I am just a hollow man
In love with a hologram

Gleamy looks
You can vouch me with your water
Purify me till your shiver
'Cause I've been seeing ghosts
Is this refined illusion?
Or an optical illusion?
Every beat I make is unfinished
And every song I write is inconceived
But all the cities fade and diminish
But anyone will remember you and me