I leave the gas on, walk the allies in the dark, sleep with candles burning, I leave the door unlocked, I'm weaving a rope and running all the red lights. Did I get you attention? 'cause I'm sending all the signs and the clock is ticking and I'll be giving my two weeks.
Pick your favorite shade of black. You'd best prepare a speech. Say something funny, say something sweet, but don't say that you loved me. 'Cause I'm still breathing though we've been dead for awhaile. This sickness has no cure. We're going down for sure , already lost a grip, best abandon ship.
Maybe I was too pale, maybe I was too fat, maybe you wanted better, better luck off in the sack no formal education and I swore way too much but I swear you didn't fucking care 'cause we were in love. So as I write this letter and she'd my last tear. No, it's all for the better that we end this year, let's close this chapter. Say one last prayer bat don't say that you loved me.