it's a good thing that i haven't slept in weeks because right now times are hard for dreamers i've got a broken neck sense of mortality that clashes with her 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 so i'll see to it that through me you dont have to suffer like this anymore my impulsive impulses give me my excuses. 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 hearbeat 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