Nice Night for a Fistfight

Take back your new yellow dress

The one without the blood stains that makes you feel the best

But insincere and moving scared you were just waiting patiently

For a moment between the second you knew would be there

Maybe if I could have held out longer

I would be sharing with you my last cigarette

And maybe if I could have let go sooner

I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets

Act out your clueless distress

And try not to forget the numbers scratched onto your chest

But in-between and out of scenes you were sprinting for an epiphany

Hoping this would all make sense

Maybe if I could have held out longer

I would be sharing with you my last cigarette

And maybe if I could have let go sooner

I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets

I'm sure it felt good to you to find a wound to bleed through

A sense of security the feel of someone to cling to

The fuel is fear the scenery's not that clear

And as for insight it's a nice night for a fist fight