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 to kiss my cheek Nothing lasts forever Why would I want it to Kiss and make it better I'm bleeding down my chin Biting my lip You could be tired with me You can be wicked if you please 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 Did you expect it to Kiss and make it better You're bleeding down your chin Biting your tongue You could be tired with me You can be wicked if you please I won't sleep