I've been bleeding through past lives like bandages
Trying to make me a friend
I've been tolling the Sundays, the damages
All through to my bitter end
Count the freedoms as baggage, as told by the dragons that I couldn't slay
I hope I was right about someday, wrong about today
They've been singing, the barflies, a ballad
But no one can nail down the tune
They'll be scaling the walls of this city
But we'll all be wasted by noon
Watch the windows aglow with the lonely, a beacon for the terrible few
I hope I was right about soulmates, wrong about you
I've been wandering the streets of my bedroom
Desperate to take it all in
In a ghost town, I showed you the body
And you touched my hand with a grin
At the end of all things, all I can think to say is
What a year today has been
I hope I was wrong about endings, but right to begin
