I can’t stand the way, you think that you,
Own this fucking town,
Pushing your luck, is only a gamble away,
From losing everything,
These streets are paved with, Memories,
That tomorrow you forget,
Your clouded judgment, screams out what you regret,
What you regret,
This pathetic front, will be reviled,
Your smart attire covers what’s inside,
Try shaking hands with, bleeding wrists
Try saying sorry, with no throat,
Try shaking hands with, bleeding wrists
Try saying sorry,
Try saying sorry now,
As the night comes to a close,
You fiend for more,
As the night comes to a close,
You’re disheartened and alone,
Disheartened and alone