Curses In Cursive

Sitting on a bench in a park on a Saturday night

Waiting for the sun to arise to show me what I've missed in my life

Isn't it beautiful to envy their lives?

Lying in the middle of streets waiting for my defeat

Isnt it great to think of how we've all just been beat.

Let's drink to the holes in our walls and drug all our hearts with remorse.

Staying up to hear you're heartbeat

To believe in myself.

So quick, so anxious to hold and to be held in return.

Let's just leave dont get carried away

Don't loose track or you'll loose concentration.

I wrote this song for December

I hope she likes what she hears

I hope she tears out her heart, and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears

I wrote this song for our new year, I hope it turns out bad

Because when the clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back

Lying to myself for the past few weeks

Keep on turning to my left because my saint is weak

and im gone, broken down, in this world where im only an imageKeep on stomping down to the same old beat

And my life is like a record left on repeat.

I'm so lost in my mind and my angel just died.

Am I standing here all on my own?

I wrote this song for December

I hope she likes what she hears

I hope she tears out her heart, and leaves home, and then drinks away all of her fears

I wrote this song for our new year

I hope it turns out bad

Because when this clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back

I wrote this song about you, she left you stranded and weak like they told you she would, she left you standing alone,

I wrote this song about you. Cause she's gone and you know it, dont blame yourself for this