I'm still frustrated from last night Things happened in 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 halfhearted goodbyes, I turn on the spotlight and flee from the scene Cheap flights from Paris to Bangkok, I thought it was nonstop 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 searched 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 or me The truth is I'm too tired to play pretend This is goodbye, this is the end."