of course it's done when,
we're striving just to talk,
arguments growing,
with every inch of the clock,
solve your confusion,
cuz hopes fading fast,
i think we only ran the race,
so we wouldn't finish last,
despite the inconsistance,
our wheels still turned,
but with every step,
was another bridge burned,
i guess only the dead,
know how this war ends
the wise once said,
there's no such thing as love,
its just a feeling,
young hearts fall in and out of,
and now there's only,
9mm left of hope,
and my fingers are awful shaky,
as i stare down this scope,
we've been running on empty,
and there's no more,
thrill to this chase,
the only way to get out,
of this hole is to,
dig our own grave
holding my breath just to see,
if my lungs work without a heart,
this was never going anywhere,
from the start,
thanks for giving back,
the heart you once took,
and thank you for,
being the pages in a once empty book,
the gun's been in my hands,
for way too long,
and im glad you finally,
pulled the trigger,
after growing so much,
there's no more room for,
our troubles to get bigger,
if we held on for a little bit longer,
we'd see that we cant possibly,
fall any farther,
here's a rose to kisses for a year,
and a bullet for,
ignoring our darkest fears
i really wish this wasn't,
the only way out,
but for this there is,
no way around so this is what it's like,
to feel alone,
this is me wishing for,
your hand to hold...