Handful of Snowdrops - The Kill

Shame won't keep you nice and warm
I'm stupid, It's rooted
Face lined and worn
Discarded, excluded
Things were always black or white
I'm bad luck, It's clear cut
Haven't got all night
Fill your cup and drink up

The wine… as dark as any starless night

I'm scratching at the walls
Dust raining from the ceiling
This is my curtain call
My patience wearing thin
The right hand on my heart
Not meant to stop the bleeding
All's fair in love and war
So I'm going in for the kill

I might as well have passed you by
I keep silent, no movement
No tears were cried
I couldn't, we're even
Outside of the chalk outlines
No reasons, are given
No early signs
Just broken sarcasm