You'll sit behind the smoke and ask yourself... Are these the nights and times that you expect of yourself? But don't get better... Just get worse... And when I left, I left you with this curse...
Don't stop, take a look at the ground I thought I heard a sound... I wanna hear your voice Instead of whats inside... Of death and choice we make I thought I heard you say... "if love is chance we take..." "if love is a choice, I'll dig the grave"
You'll bleed yourself like a bedsore thats scratched A kind of modern day blue... and black and yet, you see the sky with both your sunken eyes... but do you trust your sight to find your way back?
Don't stop, take a look at the ground I thought I heard a sound... I wanna hear your voice Instead of whats inside... Of death and choice we make I thought I heard you say... "if love is chance we take..." "if love is a choice, I'll dig the grave"