Lyrics Ides of March - Lex Land

Ides of March

I finally thought something might work out alright
but then it died during the Ides of March.
Birthed in November to brave the Winter,
only to fade before the Spring got its start- now
I have to bury one more thing in my backyard
once again this year during the Ides of March.
Just 'cause I’m used to getting double-clocked
doesn’t mean I’m yet steady as a rock.
Termination doesn’t always follow expiration…
Does my «Key to Tragedy» even belong to a lock?
'Cause now
I have to bury one more thing in my backyard
once again this year during the Ides of March.
It might sound like self-pity but I’m starting to worry
I might be immune to Love,
because despite how much of it I dose out I still doom
everything I touch.
And these short-lived tragic-love-affairs
are getting to be too much.
And I just don’t know if I’ll ever grow to a point
where I can say when I’ve had enough.
Is it necessary?
Must I really bury one more thing?