• The nothing that passes my day-to-day
    Seems to effectively take the pain away
    Until I wake up at night
    And I continue my never-ending plight

    But there's just no way to cope
    With an absolute demolition of any kind of hope
    So I end each night with a swollen fist
    And a razor just begging for a wrist
    Thinking of how we never kissed
    And imagining all the opportunities we've missed