| It’s about time that I came clean with you |
| No longer fine, I’m no longer running smooth |
| I thought that I found myself under something new |
| Just one more line I repeat over and over again |
| 'Till I’m blue in the face with a choking regret |
| As I talk in circles 'round you on my bed |
| Can’t say I blame you one bit when you kept it all inside |
| When you left that night |
| It’s about time that you got sick of me |
| No longer fun, and so far from interesting |
| I thought that I found me a cure for feeling old |
| Just one more line to keep me sleeping loudly and cold |
| In disgrace with a shameful regret |
| As I talk in tongues to myself in my bed |
| Can’t say I blame you one bit when you kept it all inside |
| When you left that night |
| And all that followed fell like mercury to hell |
| Somehow we lost our heads for the last time |
| And all that followed fell like mercury to hell |
| Somehow we lost our heads for the last time |
| And I don’t dream since I quit sleeping |
| And I haven’t slept since I met you |
| And you can’t breathe without coughing at daytime |
| Neither can I |
| So what do you say? |
| Your coffin, or mine? |