we're at the same crossroad again
 and i'm just wondering when
 i can walk away from the choice you made
 my memories hung themselves
 staring up at the moon for too long
 remembering how you said we'd take the world by storm

 my eyes [bad word] over
 my tongue is rotting out of my body
 the stench of the past is overwhelming
 and the most beautiful songs [bad word] crippling melodies

 so why did i deserve to feel my own eyes glaze over?
 the sound of my lungs collapsing still overtakes the laughter
 and i can only remember hearing "this wasn't your fault, love"
 but you and I both know you are and always will be a [bad word] liar.