Boy Gets What He Wants - Versus the Mirror

It’s hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you

A word too soft, too frail to be uttered

Or be placed in your dreams

My blood was an untrusty ink tonight

With lips and hands that will never meet again

Please understand that these are the years

And i just can’t bare to see them wasted

My blood was an untrusty ink tonight

On the back of photographs

These words fall short of our last goodbye

When gold-capped irony

Brings the pain of light

As the seasons change

As the seasons change

Bottoms up you fuckers

This is your last release

Your libations are undead to me

Bottoms up you fuckers

This is your last release

Your libations are undead to me