Old Haunts

The old me is dead. Get over it Every day can make forever feel like a long time And every night can become a late life regret It seems my reputation proceeds me in every new city around two in morning I never should have met you at the airport, I never should have left the south Self destruction was a blast, you'll always remember Spent a lot of cash to find out nothing matters I might hate it but these old haunts keep me honest I might hate it, oh, I might hate it We can never be real friends, it's too easy for something to happen Never going back to the town you grew up in You used to want to save the world, but now you say we don't mean anything "Lest we forget" is a mantra not a threat Self destruction was a blast, you'll always remember Spent a lot of cash to find out nothing matters I might hate it but these old haunts keep me honest I might hate it, oh, I might hate it The way you looked at me in the back, had me feeling extra dark Let's put these feelings to bed, make tonight a work of art, yeah?