postcards from places that you've never been
sent here by people you used to call friends
you through away their faces and lift up your chin
are you possessed by what you don't have or what might've been

what a fine time to fall again
such a fine time to believe it's the end
what a fine line you've been drawing again
'cause nobody knows you and you'll never win
what a fine fine time to fall again

your memory's and time is a bitch
your father's the devil your mother's a witch
you hide in your laughter your innocent smile
'cause nobody needs you, and nobody wants you to stay awile(stay awile, stay awile)

what a fine time to fall again
such a fine time to believe it's the end
what a fine mind you've been living in
'cause nobody knows you and you'll never win
what a fine fine time to fall again

what a fine time to fall again
such a fine time to believe it's the end
what a fine line you've been drawing again
'cause everybody hates you and you'll never win
what a fine fine time to fall again