Don't do celebrations
Won't wake to cell abrasions
Window is stained my friends
Annoyed never to clean it again
Paint over it if so inclined
Never looking through it anyway
The glass is only heated sand Eh
And I remain burning to pollute yeah
At the end of my cigarette
Only the poetic heretic
Laughing at love yes
Until she quits screaming
I am so sorry it's dead
I am so sorry it's never happening
I am so sorry it's all in your head
I am so sorry I don't quit
Repeating this shit
Yet I still believe yeah
One day I believe in
Understanding
The thing is I can't feel sorry for you
Not in day and age we live in
Some things we all must get through
It is still possible but alone
Don't ask how I see through stone
Sit still, read and learn
Reasons I won't be back next time
