All my curses come in threes.

the glove compartment isn't accurately named and everybody knows it.
so i'm proposing a swift orderly change.

I never wanted any of it to be this way. Am I the bad guy now?

cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm
and all i find are souvenirs from better times
before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life.

I asked for a promise from you, when all this began. Do you remember what it was?

i was searching for some legal document as the rain beat down on the hood
when i stumbled upon pictures i tried to forget
and that's how this idea was drilled into my head

I asked that there not be a bad guy. That if everything unraveled and the notion of 'us' drew to a close, that it could be without someone having to take the blame. I didn't want to make an enemy out of a friend. I didn't want to look back on someone I had loved so fiercely and feel only shame and regret.

But I earned that shame, and that regret. I was the bad guy.

cause it's too important
to stay the way it's been

Is that how it will be with us? Will I one day wish to burn all of this from my memory? Isn't this too important to stay the way it's been?

there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
and here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night

Did I fear the end so much that I manufactured it? The way you sometimes jump into a pool of icy water, to avoid the slow pain of adaptation, and get the shock over all at once?

How could I have been so stupid, to let something so lovely slip through my fingers?

All my curses come in threes.

there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
and here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
lying awake at night (up all night)when i'm lying awake at night.
- Death Cab For Cutie, Title and Registration.

I still sleep easy, but sometimes sleep is the only escape.

All my curses come in threes.

Things could have been so different. Did you ever wonder why they always seemed the same? Do you ever wonder why every pattern repeats, and nothing changes from face to face, and moment to moment? Do you ever think that perhaps it isn't them, it's you?

I know it's me. I know my life loops like a broken record, skipping between promise and failure, beginnings and endings.

Perhaps if I strike the table hard enough, the skip will stop, and redemption will come, even for a sinner so wretched as I.

All my curses come in threes.