Dark days breed lusts in the hearts of men,
but I swore I wasn't one of them
guess I was wrong, like I knew all along.
My mind's been split into two,
and I don't know which side to choose,
which side I'm on, which side I belong.
The cold night hunts my warm heart
and youth's still the cruelest joke I've ever heard.
Cracked thumbs, sore lips,
a gap in my smile where a tooth once lived,
these were the times of our lives,
forget them every hour, one day at a time.
I know it sucks, saying goodbye,
separate way together, why even try?
Sick of life, sick of death, sick of everything in between.
(Old friend, our apathy consumes me.)
Oh sister, I feel ashamed,
oh brother, I'll take the blame,
(for what it's worth; what is it even worth?)
oh lover, sing me to sleep