The Beautiful Things That We Waste

The moon lights the sky like an animal’s eye
Caught in the sights of the headlights
And the street lamps are clusters of planets it seems
Bright red and green, tis' the season to say what I mean
And I just saw you from my second floor post
And I feel almost like I’ve just seen a ghost
You floated on by and your hair caught my eye
You laughed but I cried, tis' the season to say that I tried
But I just keep coming back
To the same place, where I just see your face
And then each time my heart attacks
I tried to erase the beautiful things that we waste
Well I think that I’m way past the brink
But I don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know
And I drink and I sink when I think
But I don’t know how low, I don’t know how low
But I just keep coming back
To the same place, where I just see your face
And then each time my heart attacks
I tried to erase the beautiful things that we waste