Sitting on my bed, with sugar coated friends
and all i see is, you and me
Long, Gone, Holding on for one more chance
Crying out for more, through psychopathic doors
but its too late we've, lost to fate I'm
Crying, Trying, Hoping for that one last dance
I wanna talk tonight
to the morning light
till dawns first flight
take me back to yesterday
when there was still a better way
Baried 6 feet down, with the only thing around
to keep me company, is your memory
and fine, dine, on things that should have been today
All those things you said, they hold up in my head
And its too late for, our one last stand
Im dying, Crying, cant we find another way
I wanna talk tonight
to the morning light
till dawns first flight
take me back to yesterday
when there was still a better way
just tell me what you want me to say