We can take our time
Our thoughts to words, all for nothing
What i meant to say was that all our stories end in the same way
Our hearts end on the covers of the magazines
Here's to better days and no mistakes
Here's to early graves
These circles turn our hearts to knots
We can't leave this when it fits us so well
One more perfect page of tired themes -
Counterparts to the stories that we tell
Here's to better days and no mistakes
Here's to early graves
And it's the worst part
You can't change what you hate
It is the soles of your shoes
It is the head you shave
And this will follow me however graceful we dance
It moves with me perfectly