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?