Bruised knuckles, teary eyes
Around me is a world of lies
Crimson cuts and big hair
Black coats and city air
Traffic jams and subway trains
I cant forget about the pain
Coffee bars and night clubs
I belong in Irish pubs
So I can forget what you have caused in me
How complex love can be
Maybe it doesnt even exist
Possibly it's a well played myth
New York Lights and Skyscrapers
My feelings on this piece of paper
Couples smile at the skyline
I ache, wishing you were mine
I loathe them as they watch the horizon
Theyre in love how fucking fun
Taxi cabs and strung out bands
Groupie whores and obsessed fans
Wherever im at my mind drifts to you
What the hell did I ever do
You sung songs for me up on stage
I guess it's time to turn the page
We used to rent movies on friday
Our eyes portraying what we wouldnt say
You're gone now its over
The December chill is getting colder
I'll take your secrets to my grave
I guess I wasnt yours to save
It's still over so im done
I'll kill myself with this gun
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