Dag 32: Panic at the disco - impossible year
There's no sunshine this impossible year.
Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear. And storms full of sorrow that won't disappear. Just typhoons and monsoons.
Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear. And storms full of sorrow that won't disappear. Just typhoons and monsoons.
This impossible year.
There's no good times, this impossible year.
Just a beachfront of bad blood and a coast that's unclear.
All the guests at the party, t
hey're so insincere. They just intrude and exclude.
This impossible year.
There's no you and me.
This impossible year.
Only heartache and heartbreak and gin made of tears. The bitter pill I swallow.
The scars souvenir. That tattoo, your last bruise.
This impossible year.
There's never air to breathe. There's never in-betweens.
These nightmares always hang on past the dream.
There's no sunshine.
There's no you and me.
There's no good times.
This impossible year.