The thin part is feeling so separate.
This bedroom, a voice, and a mattress.
It says "Don't sleep, don't think, just drink".
You'll find yourself faster when passed out cold.
(Where are you, tonight?)
This is the last time I fear your face;
alone with my brothers
they won't hear me say "Where are you, tonight?".
Wrapped up in some bedroom,
screaming for dear sweet you.
The worst part is being so desperate,
this basement, a noose, and a casket.
I want to feel that warmth again,
assurance of you, asleep in my hands..
(Where are you, tonight?)
This is the last time I fear your face;
alone with my brothers,
they won't hear me say "Where are you, tonight?".
Wrapped up in some bedroom,
screaming for dear sweet you.
So why not, end it all in one shot?
This rope tied in a perfect knot.
This rope tied in a perfect knot.
it's better than anything, I've ever had.
It won't lose it's grip, or stop kissing my neck.
Desperation sets in, holding me close, much like you did.
And every line has a face, a voice it's assigned.
My dear sweet impaler, it's all you this time.
It's there to remind me, how much I hate, this, life.
I remember you laughing and leaving,
slamming the door, to the sound of my screaming
Don't leave just yet, I didn't mean any of what I just said.
I swear by my wrists that we're better than this;
you're much more to me than words in a notebook.
You sigh and say "I'm through",
(You sigh and say "I'm through")
well god damn you for breathing, "I love you".
Dive deep into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep.
Dive deep into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep.
