its about time
that i came clean with you
no longer fine
i'm no longer running smooth
i thought that i
found myself on to something new
just one more line
i repeat over and over again till i'm blue in the face
with a choking regret
cuz i talked in circles around you on my bed
can't say i blame you one bit when you kept it all inside
when you left that night

its 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
so now we lost our heads for the last time
and all that followed fell
like mercury to hell
so now we lost our heads for the last time

and i don't dream
since i quit sleeping
and i havent slept
since i met you
and you can't breathe
without coughing in daytime
neither can i
so what do you say?
your coffin or mine?