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The end result of so many meetings
Late night diners with no one eating
We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee
Count the tiles upon the ceiling
Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
But dont beg me to keep your eyes from crying
You said so much without ever parting your lips
Past 3am and im still far from sleep
This is a habit that i cant break
And my only company
Is skipping stones
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand
The street lights flicker like this match in my hand
And the street lights flicker like this match in my hand begging to strike
Beggin to strike
And I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving
Flat out of change now, im sure you wont accept the charges
Its all the same cause by the morning ill be half way to Colorado
or some place like that
You said so much without ever parting your lips
Past 3am and im still far from sleep
This is a habit that I cant break
And my only company
Is skipping stones down this old suburban street
She keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?"
Well its hurting so much more to stay alive now
Shes gonna find out how much it hurts to die
She laced her perfume up with death
Feel it in my lungs
So ill pull in the deepest breath
And drop my head