Good Evening, Good Night, Goodbye

I can’t stand the way, you think that you
Own this fucking town
Pushing your luck, is only a gamble away
From losing everything

These streets are paved with, memories
That tomorrow you forget
Your clouded judgment, screams out what you regret
What you regret

This pathetic front, will be reviled
Your smart attire covers what’s inside

Try shaking hands with, bleeding wrists
Try saying sorry, with no throat
Try shaking hands with, bleeding wrists
Try saying sorry
Try saying sorry now

As the night comes to a close
You fiend for more
As the night comes to a close
You’re disheartened and alone
Disheartened and alone