Monday, September 10, 2012

See You Next Year


"if everything went how i wanted it to go,
you wouldn't be a ghost.

you can't remember, you can't remember,
my face at all, it's just been one year.
if i wasn't worth a damn thing at all,
i guess i'm worth losing, my best fucking friend,
then i'll do the same thing, i'll fucking leave,
see you next year, i hope that we're dead
and you might be dead on your feet, i'm not laughing
yeah you got your wish, my worst fucking fear

if you could remember what your running from,
your own desperation, and you used to know,
but hell now, what can we believe in? i don't know."

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