...I'll find you in the next life, when I come back with fangs
and this will make sense
Come and find me in the next life, when you come back with wings
then this will make sense
Drunk again with the worst ideas
We'll be cleaning up the mess for years
I don't have the time to make things right
But I swear to you now, I'll find you in the next life
Were you pregnant with the worst ideas?
We'll be cleaning up the mess for years.
If you abandoned them, then why can't I?
but you swear this will all make sense in the next life
This could be the last we ever speak
"Where'd I go wrong?"
Tell me I'm wrong
You found a light that I could never see
I can feel it sharpening my teeth
Where'd I go wrong?
Drunk again with the worst ideas
I didn't really know what else to do
I lost my breath in the midst of my amends
before I ever even made it to you