I'm tired of empty days
Filled
With druid misconceptions
Of the words
I sputter hopelessly for you
Your promise is as gold
But you're more partial
To silver
I'd kill to be the locket
That you string
Around your neck
Just start it over
Make it right
Make it tragic
Paint it white
You've got
Another chance to try
Forget you're honest
And lie
I can't make good
Of any of this
Empty space
That you create
With your lack of courage
And your sense of style
It's so much better
To have lost and hate
Then to be void
Of all passion
You're compatible
But you are
No machine
Just start it over
Make it right
Make it tragic
Paint it white
You've got
Another chance to try
Forget you're honest
And lie
Forget me
I'm just another
Worthless memory
And you're just
A mark on the paper
Don't say
You're not anxious baby
I can see it in your eyes
Catch me i'm falling
Can you hear me calling?
This happens every day
