the hand on my clock strikes two, in times when i got the best of you, we made promises we couldn't keep, and  every night we couldn't sleep.  i didn't know why, but didn't ask questions because it was the first time in my life, yeah the first time in my life, where i did something right.
i set myself up for the greatest fall of all time. 
you pick me apart, while i search for whitty things to say (in my defense), "you'll never amount to anything, anyway."  (Don't press your luck) and think that i'm impressed with your one night stands and your contagious kiss, i'm trying to get this right.  yeah, cause i'm ridiculous like that.  i'll keep this as a constant reminder of the nights i spent holding onto her, and rest assured, i'm moving on--i miss you less with each day you're gone-you're gone.