Pretty Music and Angry People

Places I used to go where you would be the only one I'd know
 I doubt I've crossed your mind these last few years
 I doubt anyone really remembers
 I made too many appointments that I cancelled last minute
 I have ruined this
 I have sabotaged myself and now I'm staring at an empty glass
 They say that everything will be fine
 Maybe it's worth believing, but I can't keep lying to myself
 The hole in my heart I use to pour blood
 Into the glasses of the ones I love
 And tell them to drink the wine I make
 Only as long as I keep breathing
 I live life dwelling on yesterday
 Maybe I will forget it tomorrow
 Shadowboxing in a hall of mirrors
 The walls lined with portraits of children
 Smiling for all the wrong reasons
 I'm striking matches and throwing them
 Into the hair of the people around me
 And hoping one of them catches
 I can't believe a thing I don't see with my own eyes
 I can't believe in me
 The lights in the attic may be on
 But that does not stop the house from burning me up
 So when they tell me happiness
 Well, it doesn't cost a thing
 How come when I search for it
 I find only misery is free?
 So when they tell me happiness
 Well, it doesn't cost a thing
 How come when I search for it
 I only find misery is free?