Tekster: One Man Army. Last Word Spoken. Holidays.

don't know much about life these days
all i know is what i been told
lately everything seems to fall on deaf ears
i didn't know you were gone 'til it was too late

[chorus:]
and if it all, it'd all been my fault
i'd take the constant ache through the holidays
give me one more shot
any, all, or none
a way back to your heart

don't remember much these days
only us when you were just nineteen
lately everything seems so fucked up
i didn't know you were gone 'til it was too late

[chorus x2]