No Sense

Are we still not speaking?

Bitter words leave such a bitter taste

Yes, I meant to hurt you

But it was never meant to go as far as this

And still I can make no sense out of these things that I do

And I still put myself through this version of hell

Just put you through it too

Yes, I know I started it

But you shouldn't say those things you say

I always thought people were meant to learn by their mistakes

But it never seems to work out that way

Nothing's ever good enough for me or good enough for you

So I still drag myself through this version of hell

Just to drag you through it too

Sweat on the dancefloor

Blood from the broken glass

No favours ever given, no favours ever asked

This strange kind of communion

As these empty words are played

These are the promises we made