Sometimes I swear
that I bleed cement
because those stains
just won't go away
sometimes I wonder
if I'll regret it
but the scars won't show up
for a few days
but why live for the future
when we could die for today?

we're gonna regret it anyway
so why bother to explain
our rationality
our statement
our mentalities
this pavement that speak our names
will mark the heads
upon our graves
but it will all just move right on
while these haunted sidewalks speak


so we'll build a sidewalk
with everything we bleed
then we'll walk down the middle of the street
and it would be nice
if you join me tonight
because together
we're all we need
no, it won't last forever
but that doesn't matter

So hey there gypsy
don't you miss me
It'll all be the same
when you're back
close your eyes
only when you're able
may your heartbeat rest
upon the operating table
cause no one can save us now
not that we bothered asking
not that we know how.