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Itâs getting late too late in the day, for this to be undone.
I rise and fall between the walls. I am the setting sun.
Sat across looking down, all of my failures tonight surround me.
I just canât seem to get it right, what became of our warm lit winter nights?
This club is cold but the show was fun and so was I but not for long.
I guess Iâm never home, tours never done.
Iâm no good for you, Iâm no good for anyone.
Tragic I drink to bad pop songs.
And you were watching me, do you ever think of me baby?
And do you remember when Iâd call you that and youâd call it back?
You would call me it back.
I breathe out the past and in the air, the truth is that itâs better here.
If anything itâs easier that I donât miss you, I just miss the way you were.
Behind your eyes once sit fire.
âItâs not you but what you represent I miss, youth slipping from my finger tips.â
Well youâve got it- Weâre Immortal and miserable. We never grow old and never grow up.
- Album:
- Midnight Mass