AUTUMN

Displeasure
With the ones who you love
It's happening, so aimlessly
In a cycle, that repeats itself
For the hundredth time
This fucking night

I've got something left to lose
I am nothing without you
I've got something left to lose
I am nothing without you

Like spilled black ink
We stain and last
We crash and burn
When we've run our course
I hate to admit, this repressed hope
Of reconciling a third time now

I've got something left to lose
I am nothing without you
I've got nothing left to lose
I am nothing without you