Vengeance Isn't The Right Word

In the morning i'll be too tired to wake from counting constellations
I renamed one for every mistake their all named after you
I've aquired a taste for making the same mistakes
Because baby i'm a mess
You don't wanna clean up
Said you had enough wont be 18 much longer

Eyes like a target is what you've become
Like second hand smoke into lovers lungs
You are killing me now
You are killing me now
A saint without sin
And a diamond ring pawned for lust
And a broken dream
You are killing me
You are killing me now
Telling me that its all over
Try to hold you so close while looking over my shoulder

Too many nights of being sober
Or did it fade away because we just got older?

So break down and make a scene
You'll make all the papers and magazines

We'll forcast your mood on the 10 o'clock news