Just to find wrong ways
And our decomposing hearts
All in front our eyes

Our hurdled master
Thinking of our choice
But not of consequence

So we are let here to rot
Infused with darkened thoughts
And crested love

You'll get them next time
They always say that
I know its not true
no matter what
There's at least one
I could go the extra
Mile and some went
The extra two
Just knowing you are
Every single time
Is too much