A Salesman's Guide to Non-Existence

Leave without a trace
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Time to go. I’m not playing
The fiction is a love that’s built to outlast everything
Time to go. Woah
No carving my name in your cherry tree
So go on, get your good time in

Darling, I didn't come all this way just to sell you something
Nothing grows here in the cold
What you see is just a dream and don’t
Whatever you do to me, just hold on
No. Whatever you, you do to me

Feeling your heart tempting me
The fear of letting go of it occupies the space
So tired of being alone. So tired of this place
No carving my name in your cherry tree
So much for your good timing

Darling, I didn't come all this way just to sell you something
Nothing grows here in the cold
What you see is just a dream and don’t
Whatever you do to me, just hold on
No. Whatever you, you do to me

Only thing about your love that’s wrong is timing
Everything about your love is wrong timing
Choke on the memory now
Choke on the memory now. Now

Darling I didn’t come all this way just to give in
Nothing grows here in the cold
What you see is just a dream and don’t
Whatever you do to me, just hold on
No. Whatever you, you do to me. No, no, no, yeah