Angel, will you accept my midnight invitation?
Well, you're born of perfection, yeah, misplaced and torn
It's funny how you show me the pictures of last minutes you waited for
"I thought this was it, I guess I was wrong"

On Friday
Half mass heart building a new life

Open eyes to the sky and the party's all about you
You're just looking, you don't search like last June and last June...
I waited by the phone, you never called
If this is what you wanted, you got your wish with pink ribbons and glitter and letters you'll never respect/return

On Friday
Half mass heart building a new life

Ever after
You know that this is war
Spilling blood for every last word
Write it down and move on

I draw these pictures of words when I can't say anything at all
I saw you, I saw you wishing on somebody else
Rope them up, run away
These are my last regrets

We're starting over
We're starting over

Him and her and him and you, a sad move
Like benches breaking for you
A part of me won't dream of shattering you
So I bury the me in me