I used to count the minutes
until i would see you next...

I
i know...

Ignorance and bliss lay hand-in hand
definitely a match made in heaven...

Sweet elixir runs through my blood
and my memory starts to fade...

Mindless and numb
the man i've become...

Wandering these streets late and night
as a reminder that ive up the fight...

Looked down on for what you've done to yourself
must have been hard having no one else...

I know its been a long time coming
but if we can speak honestly...

Oh, such beautiful lips
i never knew someone could speak so much shit...

I really hope your happy my dear
because i sure as hell am not...

All the wishful thinking
won't ever do...

Standing, patiently waiting
as the train starts to slow...