Attacker at the bedroom window   Push the ladder from the windowsill   Serenades me from the ground thirty feet below   Am I hearing voices   Telling me what I already know?   Don't you move now   I'm just in here reading   Pages turning, spine is breaking, plot is unfolding   I can't breathe because I'm trying to stop the bleeding   Pressure, stop your shaking   Pressure, stop your shaking      I was a victim of teenage romanticide   And in the wrong   I was a victim of teenage romanticide   But not for long      Your voice across the tin can line is quiet   Unromantic, I'm trying to find my nerve   Snuff the fire, mark the mail return to sender   Tattoo my name across your lips so you remember      I was a victim of teenage romanticide   And in the wrong   I was a victim of teenage romanticide   But not for long