sitting on a bench in a park on a saturday night
waiting for the sun to arise to show me what i've missed in my life
isn't it beautiful to envy their lives
lying in the middle of streets
waiting for my defeat
isn't it great to think of how we've all just been beat
let's drink threw the wholes in the walls
and drug all our hearts with remorse
staying up to hear your heart beat
to believe in myself
so quick so anxious to hold and be held in return
let's just leave
don't get carried away
don't lose track or you'll lose concentration

i wrote the song for december
i hope she likes what she hears
i hope she tears out her heart
and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears
i wrote this song for our new year
i hope it turns out half as bad
because when the clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back

Lying to myself for the past few weeks
keep on turning to my left because my saint is weak
and i'm gone, broken down, in this world where i'm only an image
Keep on stomping down to the same old beat
and my life is like a record left on repeat
I'm so lost in my mind and my angel just died
am I standing here all on my own?

i wrote the song for december
i hope she likes what she hears
i hope she tears out her heart
and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears
i wrote this song for our new year
i hope it turns out as bad
because when the clock hits twelve all these people will be heading on back.