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