 
It's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you 
a word too soft, too frail to be uttered 
or be placed in your dreams
my blood was an untrusty ink tonight
with lips and hands that will never meet again 
please understand that these are the years 
and i just can't bare to see them wasted
my blood was an untrusty ink tonight 
on the back of photographs 
these words fall short of our last goodbye
when gold-capped irony 
brings the pain of light 
as the seasons change 
as the seasons change
bottoms up you fuckers 
this is your last release 
your libations are undead to me 
bottoms up you fuckers 
this is your last release 
your libations are undead to me
