This time spent broken   Holding out for sleep   Holding out for something special she says "god, we ruined special long ago"   And there's gotta be something   Perpetuate the most intolerable of dreams thus far known   The couch as the bloody scene   My God if you hurt her, then you're talking to me      In reverie, the shadows behind the stairs will cloth   Our frailty like our skin will never have to be be exposed   Excuses why you never got out   The bruises makeup would never cover   A single regret, forceps and I guess that's it yeah   But I was like you once   Never again      The couch as the bloody scene   And my God in heaven if you ever touch her again   Then you're talking to me