Five glasses changed my mind
Seems like the ticking hands are taking their time
I guess I've been at home for longer than it takes
To unwind so slap me if I step out of line
Now in smaller spaces, careless lust intoxicated
And everything's shattering
My invitation was involuntary dilation
And now I can't recall your name
It was last Christmas on our parents' accord
You were the young man in the costume
And I was feeling hopelessly bored
Scholarships and occupations
You look so different than before
Anyway, this reckless violation
Has left me nothing kind to say More from The Birthday Massacre