Are we still not speaking?   Bitter words leave such a bitter taste   Yes, I meant to hurt you   But it was never meant to go as far as this   And still I can make no sense out of these things that I do   And I still put myself through this version of hell   Just put you through it too       Yes, I know I started it   But you shouldn't say those things you say   I always thought people were meant to learn by their mistakes   But it never seems to work out that way   Nothing's ever good enough for me or good enough for you   So I still drag myself through this version of hell   Just to drag you through it too       Sweat on the dancefloor   Blood from the broken glass   No favours ever given, no favours ever asked   This strange kind of communion    As these empty words are played   These are the promises we made