There's no sunshine
this impossible year;
only black days and sky gray
and clouds full of fear,
and storms full of sorrow that won't disappear
just typhoons and monsoons, this impossible year.
There's no good times,
this impossible year
just a beachfront of bad blood,
and the coast that's unclear
all the guests at the party they're so insincere
they just intrude and extrude this impossible year.
There's no you and me
this impossible year
only heartache and heartbreak and gin made of tears
the bitter pill to swallow
the scar souvenir
the tattoo of your last bruise
this impossible year
there's never aire to breathe
there's never in betweens
this nightmares always hang on past the dream.
There's no sunshine;
there's no you and me.
There's no good times,
this impossible year.
- Panic! and the Disco
