What's passed these hands?
All these drugs and one night stands
So I tremble when I think of what she'd do
She'd say something like:
"You're no good,
You're like the junkies in this neighbourhood"
We all need a fix, I guess I need one too
But I'm trying madly to calm these nerves
With something new

I've got this heavy debt, I've got nothing left
But this daunting weight around my neck
You got the callous mouth, all your endless doubts
We spent this fifteen weeks, trying to work it out
Do you think we're getting to something new?

Oh God, not another fight
I'm always trying to get all these details right
I remember when you told me you felt saved
And you promised you'd lay flowers on my grave
Just like they used to do
Is it something new?

So now here I stand
With these blood soaked hands
On these sleepless nights that never end
These dumb songs I sing
These dumb words I cling to
Desperate and stumbling
Are we finally getting to something new?

Is it something new?
Are we finally to something new?