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