The Birthday Massacre

Once a night my bedroom light
Sneaks out from inside my window
Eyes white, I keep out of sight
This city's just not pretty like it used to be
It's always a nightmare, it's never a dream
The promise we make to kill the days between
They live in the heartbeat and sleep til the light is gone
It's been so long
Feels like pins and needles in my heart
So long
I can feel it tearing me apart
To the bed the left unsaid
Crawl in from outside my window
Hands red and cold as the dead
A pity they're not pretty like they used to be