say it over like it never began everytime i build this bridge you burn it down again i say "fuck these ties" postcards lie.. and especially mixtapes from june 95 this is why i hate home i love so hard i almost let go trying to see through bloodshot eyes trying to hide this thorn in my side so fuck these nights where the memories lead nowhere the joy is dead and the songs i sing never lived, this broken mind where my memories lead nowhere love is dead and the songs i sing never lived (will never live) i pray for the day when your sun turns black screaming fits and battlefield cries do nothing for an assassin with a rusty knife and like rose red blades our friendships the same cutting out the heart of this broken fucking day, yeah the first time and the last time