I'm still frustrated from last night   Things happening half time   I'm sick of the bends      My panic research was no help   I sink into myself   Afraid of the fall that never ends   I wait, but I'm too tired to play pretend   I'll suffocate until the end      No time for half-hearted goodbyes   I turn on the spotlight and flee from the scene      Cheap flights from Paris to Bangkok   I thought it was non-stop   Can't sleep on the KLM again   I haunt the halls of medicine at night   Choking back the urge to fight      Her cat was clawing the floorboards    Just outside of our door   The panic begins      I search the whole damn apartment   From ceiling to carpet   No sign of the things she used to own   As autumn turns its back on me again,   I climb the walls for oxygen      My body aches, it heaves, it shakes   All somersaults through so-called art   And I still don't know exactly who I am   I never will,    Amen      She whispers something in my ear   The message is unclear   She motions outside      I trail her closely from behind   She tries hard not to cry   She shakes underneath the pouring rain   "I can't compete with all your damn ideas   This isn't working out for you and me   The truth is I'm too tired to play pretend   This is goodbye; this is the end."