Displeasure
With the ones who you love
it's happening, so aimlessly
in a cycle, that repeats itself
for the hundredth time
this fucking night

I've got something left to lose
I am nothing without you
I've got something left to lose
I am nothing without you

Like spilled black ink
we stain and last
we crash and burn
when we've run our course
I hate to admit, this repressed hope
of reconciling a third time now

I've got something left to lose
I am nothing without you
I've got nothing left to lose
I am nothing without you