Nice Night For A Fistfight - Park

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.