I was a lonely punk kid
I sang you songs with a lump in my throat
With my knees growing weak
From the saddest brown eyes that I’ve ever seen

Pull me in pull me deeper
My dark Rosaline
I was awake while you traced
Our names on my back and
Reached down to kiss my cheek

Nothing lasts forever
Why would I want it to
Kiss and make it better
I’m bleeding down my chin
Biting my lip

You could be tired with me
You can be wicked if you please
I won’t sleep

I would have stayed with you while
You had your first taste of bitter defeat
The absurdity of you questioning
My loyalties to you ravens and thieves

There’s no turning back now
We’ve had our last of last chances
And all that is left to say for us now
Are these black black curses

Nothing lasts forever
Did you expect it to
Kiss and make it better
You’re bleeding down your chin
Biting your tongue

You could be tired with me
You can be wicked if you please
I won’t sleep