Sitting on a bench in a park, 

on a Saturday night 

Waiting for the sun to arise, 

to show me what I've missed in my life 

Isn't it beautiful to envy their lives? 



Lying in the middle of streets, 

Waiting for my defeat 

isn't it great to think of how 

We've all just been beat. 

Let's drink to the holes in our walls, 

And drug all our hearts with remorse. 

Staying up to hear you're heartbeat 

to believe in myself. 

So quick, so anxious to hold 

And to be held in return. 

Let's just leave don't get carried away 

don't loose track or you'll loose concentration. 



[Chorus] 

I wrote this song for December 

I hope she likes what she hears 

I hope she tears out her heart, 

and leaves home and then drinks away all of her fears 

I wrote this song for our new year, 

i hope it turns out bad, because 

when the clock hits twelve all these 

people will be heading on back 



Lying to myself for the past few weeks 

Keep on turning to my left because my saint is weak 

and im gone, broken down, in this world where im only an image 

Keep on stomping down to the same old beat 

And my life is like a record left on repeat. 

I'm so lost in my mind and my angel just died. 

Am i standing here all on my own?