What a Year Today Has Been

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