Something's Cursed - Another Hell To Call My Own

Well I might try to string you along
To steal your regrets and sing you a song
Or I might believe that we can be free
From cardinal sin or tonight's agony

I love the way that we hate ourselves
Forget our mistakes, put our dreams on the shelf
To finish this off there's gotta be blood
It fills up the sink and it stinks up the tub

Well I don't think
That you could ever stand to sit right next to me
I'll find another hell to call my own
I never thought I'd hear you dying next to me
Now this alibi is getting old
I don't think I'll last another memory
I'm starting to think drowning's all I know
I caught another vacant sort of misery
Now I'll just keep reaping what I sow

A price on my head is all I can show
For all of the shit that I made her go
Throughout this lie, a couple of times
I tried to save face, now I'm bloody and blind

Well I don't think
That you could ever stand to sit right next to me
I'll find another hell to call my own
I never thought I'd hear you dying next to me
Now this alibi is getting old
I don't think I'll last another memory
I'm starting to think drowning's all I know
I caught another vacant sort of misery
Now I'll just keep reaping what I sow

Written by:
Carlo Fabiani

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