Nice Night For A Fist Fight

Take back your new yellow dress

the one without the blood stains that makes you feel the best,

but insincere and moving scared you were just waiting patiently

for a moment between the second you knew would be there

Maybe if I could have held out longer

I would be sharing with you my last cigarette

and maybe if I could have let go sooner

I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets

Act out your clueless distress

and try not to forget the numbers scratched onto your chest

but in-between and out of scenes

you were sprinting for an epiphany

hoping this would all make sense

And maybe if I could have held out longer

I would be sharing with you my last cigarette

and maybe if I could have let go sooner

I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets

I'm sure it felt good to you

to find a wound to bleed through

a sense of security the feel of someone to cling to

the fuel is fear the scenery's not that clear

but as for insight it's a nice night for a fist fight.