I'm still haunted by the beauty of it all
The beauty and the tragedy
And I'm still dragging rotten memories
Of buried pride and complacency.
I'm still wakened by something in my room
That my dreams could not contain
A perverse embodiment of guilt and regret
That wants me to explain why I did nothing
And if I go to the water will you meet me there x2
Why I let her pour out her rhetoric like wine
We all consumed to numb the pain
Why with all the power of my lungs and heart
Did I not end any discourse and scream at her to stop
Buy my hands were tied by ignorance and fear
And some sick and childish curiosity.
But christ if I could go back to that fucking room
I'd lift her up and take her home with me
And if I go to the water will you meet me there x4
I'm still haunted by the beauty of it all
The beauty and the tragedy
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