The Failures’ Union

there’s things i guarantee that every winter brings; snowflakes and eyelashes. mute nights and car crashes. and oh, never getting what i want. what’s in that box beneath the tree? half a heart from you to me? i’m tired of waiting in the wings. i’m tired of all these useless things. there’s things i guarantee that every winter brings; new coats to memorize and bright lights and suicides. and oh, never getting what i want. when i was 10 i wanted magic i got chemistry. at 22 i wanted booze and i got triple a. and now i’m 26 and i want you. what’s in that box beneath the tree? half a heart to you from me. where’s the half from you to me?