It's about time
That I came clean with you, I'm no longer fine
I'm no longer running smooth, I thought that I
Found myself under something new, just one more line
I repeat over and over again 'till I'm blue in the face
With a choking regret as I talk in circles round you on my bed
Can't say I blame you one bit when you kept it all inside
When you left that night
It's 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
Somehow we lost our heads for the last time
And all that followed fell, like mercury to hell
Somehow we lost our heads for the last time
And I don't dream since I quit sleeping
And I haven't slept since I met you
And you can't breathe without coughing at daytime
And neither can I
So what do you say, your coffin, or mine?
