The end result of so many meetings

At late night diners with no one eating.

Sit in corners and sip burnt coffee

Count the tiles up on the ceiling

Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying

Don't beg me to keep your eyes from crying

You said so much

Without ever parting your lips

It's past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep

And this is a habit that I can't break

You're my only company

I'm 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

Begging to strike

And I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving

Flat out of change now

I'm sure you won't accept the charges

It's all the same cause by the morning I'll be halfway to

Colorado or some place like that

You said so much

Without ever parting your lips

Past 3 A.M. and I'm still far from sleep

And this is a habit that I can't break

You're my only company

I'm skipping stones down a dull suburban street

And she keeps on asking, "Do you think it hurts much to die?"

It's hurting so much more to stay alive now

She is going to find out how much it hurts to die

She laces her perfume up with death

I feel it in my lungs

So I pull in the deepest breath

And drop my head...