Stapleton International Departures
The please stay stains on my hands,Spell out desperation.
Maybe this time I'll keep,
Apologies to a minimum,
Stick with the charade.
Keep your smiles in my pocket,
Let you make the mistakes,
Let me be the last to forget.
I read my diary,
Remembered how you made me feel.
Two separate points,
Two separate points.
In my head my hands,
Didn't quite cry,
Had an overwhelming urge to die.
This is a formal goodbye,
Doesn't really mean anything.
Nineteen ninety-seven,
Was never really worth re-living.
Today is an anniversary,
Share in our despair,
Laugh at our inability to forget.
I read my diary,
Remembered how you made me feel.
Two separate points,
Two separate points.
