Angel, will you accept my midnight invitation?   Well, you're born of perfection, yeah, misplaced and torn   It's funny how you show me the pictures of last minutes you waited for   "I thought this was it, I guess I was wrong"      On Friday   Half mass heart building a new life      Open eyes to the sky and the party's all about you   You're just looking, you don't search like last June and last June...   I waited by the phone, you never called   If this is what you wanted, you got your wish with pink ribbons and glitter and letters you'll never respect/return      On Friday   Half mass heart building a new life      Ever after   You know that this is war   Spilling blood for every last word   Write it down and move on      I draw these pictures of words when I can't say anything at all   I saw you, I saw you wishing on somebody else   Rope them up, run away   These are my last regrets      We're starting over   We're starting over      Him and her and him and you, a sad move   Like benches breaking for you   A part of me won't dream of shattering you   So I bury the me in me