Letterbomb - Converge

All the should’ve but could’ves can no longer be

This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting

And i promise this to you I’ll burn the devotion clean

Filling every hole in my heart

All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink

Everything you were is fiction, everything you are is fiction

And if you see me chin down and tongue tied

This is all I have to offer

I thought I’d never be asking

This is my last laugh in this place of dying

And for you, this is the last goodbye you’ll ever hear

It’s not suppose to end like this