Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

[urie]

I awake with your replacement, a bottle in my grasp, in an
unfamiliar place. Because you put me out, the butt of a sick joke, into
the ashtray as you come and go. Cause I forgot to service you and we
broke down, and you can't live with my mistakes.

So I assume false grace, open my arms, and grasp at something true.

How are you? How have you been? Girl I miss you, want to see you
again.