Say it over like it never began
Every time I build this bridge you burn it down again
I say "f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking day
Yeah the first time and the last time