| The thin part is feeling so separate
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| This bedroom, a voice and a mattress
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| It says, 'Don't sleep, don’t think, just drink'
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| You’ll find yourself faster when passed out cold
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| (Where are you tonight?)
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| This is the last time I’ll fear your face
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| Alone with my brothers, they won’t hear me say
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| Where are you tonight?
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| Wrapped up in some bedroom screaming for dear sweet you
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| The worst part is being so desperate
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| This basement, a noose and a casket
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| I want to feel that warmth again
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| Assurance of you, asleep in my hands
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| (Where are you tonight?)
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| This is the last time I’ll fear your face
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| Alone with my brothers, they won’t hear me say
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| Where are you tonight?
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| Wrapped up in some bedroom screaming for dear sweet you
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| So why not, end it all in one shot?
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| This rope, tied in a perfect knot
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| So why not, end it all in one shot?
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| This rope, tied in a perfect knot
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| It’s better than anything I’ve ever had
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| It won’t lose it’s grip or stop kissing my neck
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| Desperation sets in, holding me close much like you did
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| And every line has a face, a voice, it’s assigned
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| My dear sweet impaler, it’s all you this time
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| It’s there to remind me how much I hate this life
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| I remember you laughing and leaving
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| Slamming the door to the sound of my screaming
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| Don’t leave just yet, I didn’t mean any of what I just said
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| I swear by my wrists that we’re better than this
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| You’re much more to me than words in a notebook
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| You sigh and say, «I'm through»
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| Well, goddamn you for breathing, I love you, I love you
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| Dive deep, into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep
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| Dive deep, into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep |