It's a good thing that I havn't slept in weeks 
Because right now, it seems that times are hard for dreamers 
I've got a broken neck sense of mortality 
It clashes with your blood lust 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 don't 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 favourite memory of you and me 
And I've give anything to know the reasons behind the wreckage. 
I ruined everything for you