Teksty: The Honorary Title. Everything I Once Had.

Everything I once had
The bar on 1st Avenue, we went there solely for you
So you can flirt with my best friend
Kiss a girl, tell me why you're laughing

I won't hold on to this
There's a hole in the trust that we mapped out
In my bed for six long months

February, Valentines Day
Did my best to avoid the red cliches
So you dumped me on the subway
On my way to work at 9 in the morning
Everybody else is holding bouquets
Now I'm holding my face in the basement
Scratching away for any trace
Of affection you will leave
Falling victim as the publics prey

I won't hold on to this

Anyone is suitable for you, I guess, tonight
You weren't fazed
It's over with
You my beautiful
You weren't fazed
It's over with you my beautiful
With your beautiful blue and white