I'm sick of second chances. Cigarettes turn to ashes. I'm standing under street signs. To know the places I've been my whole life. . I watch the hours pass us.
I was burning up to fall apart. And the walls fall down around my heart. Now I'm feeling sick. It's always something lately. . I was broken down but still looked good.
It's a heartbreak that you can't fix up. It's a last try when you've lost your fuck. And it's a bad day. (It's a bad day). Another bad day. . It's a last chance when they've given up.