
There's no you and me This impossible year Only heartache and heartbreak And gin made of tears The bitter pill I swallow The scars souvenir That tattoo, your last bruise This impossible year There's never air to breathe There's never in-betweens These 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! at the Disco- Impossible YearAll Rights Reserved