Black Curses

I was a lonely punk kid
I sang you songs with a lump in my throat
With my knees growing weak
From the saddest brown eyes that I've ever seen

Pull me in, pull me deeper
My dark Rosaline
I was awake while you traced our names on my back
And reached down and kissed my cheek

Nothing lasts forever, ever
Why would I want it to?
Kiss and make it better, better
But I'm bleeding down my chin
Biting on my lip

You could be tired with me
You can be wicked if you please
You could be tired with me
You can be wicked if you please
I won't sleep
I won't sleep

I would have stayed with you while
You had your first taste of bitter defeat
The absurdity of you questioning my loyalties
To you ravens and thieves

There's no turning back now
We’ve had our last of last chances
And all that is left to say for us now
Are these black, black curses

Nothing lasts forever, ever
Did you expect it to?
Kiss and make it better, better
But you're bleeding down your chin
Biting on your tongue

You could be tired with me
You can be wicked if you please
You could be tired with me
You can be wicked if you please
I won't sleep
I won't sleep
I won't sleep
I won't sleep