quit    if you're through with it    you are gonna make me sick    sitting their with your hands in your hair    quit    if you're through with it    you are gonna make me sick    no one cares who you carried to get here    quit    in a quiet murmur of spit    cash it in with a whisper of wit    haven't you seen them    loving your commitment    the show of a man who feigns    a love that i love    now i said it    so by the time you come to    we'll know just what to do    we'll be singing and dancing    for the death of romancing    yeah i have finally found her    yeah show me where it hurts    quit    here's your punishment    you had the best that you will ever see    you wasted it    now she sees the good in me    quit    we could talk for hours and hours about you    but we don't    what good could that possibly do    so by the time you come to    she finally forgot you    we'll be singing and dancing    our rebirth of romancing    yeah she has finally found me    yeah i'll show you where it hurts    you won't hear me breathe    i sleep so soundly    hear me    stepping over heads to get ahead    at that rate you will surely get your due    but you'll have to wait around    until you are dead    you won't hear us breathe    we sleep so soundly    your lost love and me    we're not listening    (so how does that feel now    cut the power to the amplifier    cut the cord to the generator    break every living mirror    in your ever-elevator    on paper you hate her    but to her face you're a savior)    pu my headphones on    and you'll all be gone