It's A Good Thing That I Havn't Slept In Weeks

Because Right Now, It Seems That Times Are Hard For Dreamers

I've Got A Broken Neck Sense Of Mortality

It Clashes With Your Blood Lust Sentimentality

She Says "It's Wrong, But Oh, We Need It"

As She Sits Waiting Up For Me

But I'm Not Coming Home

I've Driven Seven Days Of Distance

And The Dial Tone On The End Of This Receiver

Is What's Really Wrong With Me



One Day Dear, I'll Come Crawling Through The Front Door

Just To Fall Into An Empty Room With A Ruined View

I'm Doing This For You



So I'll See To It That Through Me You Dont Have To

Suffer Like This Anymore

My Impulsive Impulses Give Me My Excuses.



You Know Dear, I Never Think Things Through

But I'm Doing This For You



FOr The First Time I'm Looking Back On The Time

I Spend Writing Down Lines Disguised As Warning Signs



There Was Something In The Way

You Turned And Looked At Me

I Started Panicking. I Started Panicking

Until Your Hearbeat Stopped...Until Your Body Dropped

That Will Always Be My Favourite Memory Of You And Me

And I've Give Anything To Know The Reasons Behind The Wreckage.

I Ruined Everything For You