terrible night of blurred arguments
young and reckless
my words hurt you like silver bullets
passing through your chest
this is just one of those nights
where I recall the wounded past

you used to call me your angel
yet I took the halo for granted
you told me I was your happiness
yet I turned them into sorrow

two years flew
the same question still lingers around my mind
I really did love you
you made me the happiest, I swear
I never wanted to put you through that pain
but why did I?
I bet you're happy now, with her
I bet you think I moved on

you have no idea
it takes everything in me not to reach you
you have no idea
I regret hurting you
but they say never regret anything
because at one time it was what you wanted
so its probably better off that way

and here I am admitting
that you are my best guilt

Stars watch us from behind their clouds
as we dwell on our numbered days.
Time screams like a rock concert crowd,
bursts through our cozy summer haze.

So we laugh louder than the night,
we drown out roars of tomorrow,
and we fly with the fireflies
who stand guard, shield us from sorrow.

We become the night, forget dawn,
as our laughter and guard soar on.