[kris]
wake up
we spend these days
restless and waiting
those nights i spent climbing through windows
they got me nowhere

and all of those things that i wanted
an insatiable lust for young flesh
i lost my youthful innocence so long ago
so how sincere are your advances?
and how sincere are my replies?
anybodys can fill this hole

my God, this winter is killing me!
this cold air stings my face
it chills me down to the bone
leaving my bed has [bad word] a chore
and i don't know how much longer
i'm gonna last

i long for the warmth of the spring
and its promises of better [bad word] into my life
saying farewell to this cold
has never felt so good
but the days are getting longer

and i still think fondly of these days past
time spent thinking of you
and the scent that's stained my memories
a metallic kiss was all i could offer
but the weight is gone

"the season of singing [bad word] 

all those words i wrote were for you
but you don't deserve them
and i'd take them back if i could
but i can't control this pen in my hand
and i can finally see that
i don't need you

[justin]
how can i smile
and dream awake?

this future of wonder, of you
from under a dream to ensue and remove
tip toe behind trees to a night i can't forget
i'll medicate my options
anything to kill regret