| I got your message when I woke up last night
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| Scanned it for question marks, then
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| Decided it was all too much when
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| I saw the part that said this all meant nothing
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| Desperately tried to sift through it all
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| What was left didn’t add up
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| Now every few nights the dream bursts into flames
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| Then I wake up coughing up blood, choking on smoke
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| Time to accept that this is not a hoax
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| And time to spend another Saturday night at the emergency center
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| My stomach and my mouth are both on fire
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| Codeine doesn’t make me half as happy as you did
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| But it’ll have to do for now
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| The demons came back to bite and scratch
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| In ways that are dissipated
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| But instead they all just laughed
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| At all the disconnect we’ve created
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| So numb yourself and I’ll do the exact opposite tonight
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| If you broke in with a knife tonight
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| You know, I really wouldn’t mind
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| If you broke in with a knife tonight
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| You know, I really wouldn’t mind
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| If you broke in with a knife tonight
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| You know, I really wouldn’t mind
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| If you caved in my fucking skull tonight
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| You know, I really wouldn’t mind
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| Because it would hurt less than the way that you’re killing me right now
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| It would hurt less than the way that you’re killing me right now
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| It would hurt less than the way that you’re killing me right now
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| It would be quicker than the way that you’re killing me right now |