Say it over like it never began
Every time I build this bridge you burn it down again
I say "fuck these ties" postcards lie…
And especially mixtapes from June '95
This is why I hate home
I love so hard I almost let go
Trying to see through bloodshot eyes
Trying to hide this thorn in my side
So fuck these nights where the memories lead nowhere
And the joy is dead and the songs I sing never lived
This broken mind where my memories lead nowhere
Love is dead and the songs I sing never lived (will never live)
I pray for the day when your sun turns black
Screaming fits and battlefield cries
Do nothing for an assassin with a rusty knife
And like rose red blades our friendships the same
Cutting out the heart of this broken fucking day
Yeah the first time and the last time