I'm tired of empty days filled with druid misconceptions
Of the words I sputter hopelessly for you
Your promise is as gold, but you're more partial to silver
I'd kill to be the locket that you string around your neck

Just start it over, make it right
Make it tragic, paint it white
You've got another chance to try
Forget you're honest, and lie

I can't make good of any of this
Empty space that you create
With your lack of courage and your sense of style
It's so much better to have lost and hate
Then to be void of all passion
You're compatible, but you are no machine

Just start it over, make it right
Make it tragic, paint it white
You've got another chance to try
Forget you're honest, and lie

Forget me