you always say "this is gonna be the last time i scream"
from everything you've told me
i'm scared on the other side of the line you'll be
forgetting all the words i said
lying face down in broken glass
and i won't say the things i wish i could take back

*it always reminds me
of why i should stay asleep
everytime i bleed
you always say this is the last chance i can see
but i don't know if we can't have anything

i'm inches from the reciever that separates
and used to keep you from me
your scent left on pillowcases, the memory remains

of windows down and music up
stoplights never once stopped us
from making the same mistakes