Jinx me something crazy Because its my wrist vs. the bottle And Im standing alone Full of passion for no one Empty of those feelings The ones I used to feel Im beginning to believe my own Fairytales Im trapped inside not knowing When the day begins Losing sight of the starry night sky Fate can't make it through the weekend All hope is lost by Monday I've cursed myself And its always just going to be My wrist vs. the bottle Reminds me.. alot.. of Ghost Man on Third by Taking Back Sunday... hmm??