it's a good thing that i haven't slept in weeks
because right now it seems times are hard for dreamers

i've got a broken neck sense of mortality
it clashes with your bloodlust 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
i'm doing this for you

so i'll see to it that through me you
don't have to suffer like this anymore
my impulsive impulses give me my excuses

i've got a broken neck sense of mortality
it clashes with your bloodlust 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

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 heartbeat stopped
until your body dropped
that will always be my favorite memory of you and me
and i've give anything to know the reasons behind the wreckage
i ruined everything for you
i ruined everything for you