Quit

If you're through with it

You are gonna make me sick

Sitting there with your hands in your hair

Quit

If you're through with it

You are gonna make me sick

No one cares who you carried to get here

Quit

In a quiet murmur of spit

Cash it in with a whisper of wit

Haven't seen them

Loving your commitment

The show of a man who feigns

A love that I love Now I said it

So by the time you come to

We'll know just what to do

We'll be singing and dancing

For the death of romancing

Yeah i have finally found her

Yeah show me wher it hurts

Quit

Here's your punishment

You had the best you will ever see

You wasted it and Now she sees the good in me

Quit

We could talk for hours and hours about you

But we don't.

What good could that possibly do

So by the time you come to

She finally forgot you

We'll be singing and dancing

Our rebirth of romancing

Yeah she has finally found me

Yeah i'll show you where it hurs

You won't hear me breathe

I sleep so soundly hear me

Stepping over heads to get ahead

At that rate you will surely get your due

But you'll have to wait around until you are dead.

You won't hear us breathe we sleep so soundly

Your lost love and me

We're not listening

(So how does that feel now

Cut the power to the amplifier

Cut the cord to the generator

Break every living mirror in your ever-elevator

on paper you hate her but to her face you're a savior.)

Put my headphones on and you'll all be gone.