Third Time’s a Curse Songtext
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Third Time’s a Curse Songtext
I said I′d quit - still blacked out twice (real progress)
Told her I'd change - then broke it that night (classic)
Lied through my teeth just to stall the collapse
Then blamed the mirror - like that makes sense (who else?)
Third time′s a curse, not a phase
Every step just digs the grave (go deeper)
Burned the bridge, then blamed the smoke
Laughed it off - until I choked (couldn't even laugh right)
Swallowed pills just to feel the floor (felt nothing)
Put my fist through the landlord's door
I scream in rooms that never scream back (they never do)
And wear regret like it′s a name tag
Third time′s a curse, not a flare
No redemption anywhere (nowhere)
Held the match with shaking hands (again)
Watched it burn - and called it planned (sure...)
I'm the mess they joke about ("you okay, man?")
The silence no one talks around
I built this wreck with open eyes
Just to say I tried (half-lied)
Third time′s a curse, not a test
No lessons here, just second-guess (always second)
I wrecked the car and walked away (limping)
Then begged for gas the next damn day (how poetic)
This isn't pain, it′s what comes next
When sorry's hollow - and you′re what's left (yeah - that part)
Told her I'd change - then broke it that night (classic)
Lied through my teeth just to stall the collapse
Then blamed the mirror - like that makes sense (who else?)
Third time′s a curse, not a phase
Every step just digs the grave (go deeper)
Burned the bridge, then blamed the smoke
Laughed it off - until I choked (couldn't even laugh right)
Swallowed pills just to feel the floor (felt nothing)
Put my fist through the landlord's door
I scream in rooms that never scream back (they never do)
And wear regret like it′s a name tag
Third time′s a curse, not a flare
No redemption anywhere (nowhere)
Held the match with shaking hands (again)
Watched it burn - and called it planned (sure...)
I'm the mess they joke about ("you okay, man?")
The silence no one talks around
I built this wreck with open eyes
Just to say I tried (half-lied)
Third time′s a curse, not a test
No lessons here, just second-guess (always second)
I wrecked the car and walked away (limping)
Then begged for gas the next damn day (how poetic)
This isn't pain, it′s what comes next
When sorry's hollow - and you′re what's left (yeah - that part)
Writer(s): Adrian Splissgart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
