Serial

Everyone makes mistakes, so the first offense is excused
Records will be erased, and I may go on with life as I choose
Second time rolls around, and I find myself alone
In the bathroom of an ice cream store, staring into thin air

Courtney that's fucked up
I don't know how did it happen again
Courtney that's fucked up
I don't know why was I so naive

I remember the faces
I remember fading out
I remember coming to
And I remember the blood I lost

I'm watching the universe tilt so slightly out of control
Perspectives fall askew, and pills are larger than a swallow
I wear make-up to fake the cheer, but it washes down in dark streaks
Like the claws of the beasts inside, exploding into regret

Courtney that's fucked up
I don't know how do I take it back
Courtney that's fucked up
I don't know how long do I wait

To forget the faces
Forget the fading out
To forget coming to
And to forget the blood I lost

Then will I do it again?
Then will I do it again?