Something Like This (Stripped)

I felt the cold under my skin I've hunted down for nothin' now

And why's it always have to end like this?

Be mystical, but sensible, and I'll hold my tongue

Could it be another memory we've missed?

If you feel nothin' anymore then walk away from this

And I thought I knew what I wanted

What makes you so damn comfortable will only end in tears

Oh, and we've got something like this

My centerfold's made up of bones, but they hold nothing now

An empty cage to lockdown everything you need

Three wishes won't free me at all, you got my tongue

Still I hold on - here's everything we bleed

If you feel nothin' anymore then walk away from this

And I thought I knew what I wanted

What makes you so damn comfortable will only end in tears

Oh, and we've got something like this