There's a thick veil of tension in this room
we're clinging to the television like it's the last escape
It's a great distraction so we don't have to speak
her silence starts to hurt me as I prepare to bleed

I actually said that I'd wait for you
to decide id I'm running blunt
On deck in the loser's circle it's Valentine's Day
then I fell from grace
but it didn't change her face- no not at all

I've designed much verse for her to ignore
or revel in the dedication oblivious to this remorse
But still I write to set it free, wipe it clean, erase the need
What I gain is hollow taste in hermit's sigh and blood I waste

To hurt myself cause she's returned
I turn to shadow- she's returned
I've been in the loser's circle since Valentine's Day
try to change my place
but the past corrupts my face- and then I fall

I'm just visiting old misery x2

The words I speak and the words I never used
don't mean a thing if you're not listening
Alcohol and scars can't dissolve a single fucking thing
except maybe the myth that it helps to heal the pain

For if my thoughts reborn to page
were truly worthy, truly great
Then actions wouldn't bleed mistakes since Valentine's Day
try to change my fate
but I can't see it's too late- and so I fall

I'm just visiting old miser