It's about time that I came clean with you
I'm no longer fine, and no longer running smooth
I though that I found myself onto something new
Just one more line, I repeat over and over again

'Til I'm blue in the face with a choking regret
As I talk in circles 'round you on my bed
Can't say I blamed you one bit when you kept it all inside
When you left that night.

It's about time that you got sick of me
I'm not longer fun, and so far from interesting
I thought that I, found a cure for feeling old
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 blamed you one bit when you kept it all inside
When you left that night.

Now I can't dream since I quit sleeping
And I haven't slept since I met you
You can't breathe without coughing at daytime
Well, neither can I
So what do you say?
Your coffin or mine?
 
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