Happy tears fade fast
Sad tears tend to last
You've got your blood-stained heart in your nicotine-stained hands
And your twenty-nine years did not help you pass
Oh, the roadkill, cheap thrill obstacle filled path

White lies, black dress
Brightest of darkness
You close your tearstained eyes to your silver lined madness
After twenty-nine years, you might want to confess
That we have made a fucked up place
That I can not erase

Sing to me

White lies, black heart tearing us apart
You breathe the frost-filled air from my lungs to your lungs
After twenty-nine years, how much to come?
Now, we have made a fucked up place that I can not erase

Sing to me

Happy tears fade fast
Sad tears tend to last
You've got a sad, sad song
And it's stuck in your aching head
And your twenty-nine years did not teach you that
Changing melodies will change your destiny at last
Now, we have made a fucked up place we're trying to erase, erase