Last year's wishes, and this year's apologies.
Every last time I come home.
Take my last chance to burn a bridge or two.
I only keep myself this sick in the head,
Cause I know how the words get you.

We're the new face of failure.
Prettier and younger but not any better of.
Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best.

Good luck! (This is a older song)