something in common

Do we just die and forget and start over?

Did we just damn ourselves to four leaf clovers?
waiting patiently for luck to pass us over

When all we get is all we ever wanted
I wonder when we realize we're still haunted

and the past will bring us back
to sun that shines like our sins
to remind us
where our bloody hands have been

when we wash them in white
our hands come clean
leaving us to believe
our future is bright

and everything will be alright
right?

but stars are our only light
and they cant lead us through every night

when the fact of the matter is
we leave imprints on our hearts
and it will take more to forget
than to just restart

and we cant cut out so easily
when words already dug a hole too deep
and we cant just hold ourselves back
without losing any sleep

and i have to tell you that i cant sleep
that the things we said last night bore and steep

and im sorry if i messed things up
ill make it a habit of mine with any luck

but when you dont leave the lines clear
i dont know if i can step over it
or just fall near
that is not what i wanted to hear

that the end is not definite
even passed trips over state lines
you still wanna see me
and call me "mine"