Take back your new yellow dress
the one without the blood stains that makes you feel the best,
but insincere and moving scared you were just waiting patiently
for a moment between the second you knew would be there
Maybe if I could have held out longer
I would be sharing with you my last cigarette
and maybe if I could have let go sooner
I wouldn’t be telling to you my first six regrets
Act out your clueless distress
and try not to forget the numbers scratched onto your chest
but in-between and out of scenes
you were sprinting for an epiphany
hoping this would all make sense
And maybe if I could have held out longer
I would be sharing with you my last cigarette
and maybe if I could have let go sooner
I wouldn’t be telling to you my first six regrets
I’m sure it felt good to you
to find a wound to bleed through
a sense of security the feel of someone to cling to
the fuel is fear the scenery’s not that clear
but as for insight it’s a nice night for a fist fight.