I’m not ready for the curtain call,
I’m not ready for the curtain to fall

You’re ready to go,
I’m not ready to let you,
So, I’m holding on to something I don’t know,
Might be wrong but I don’t know what else to do

I wish I could have been your antibodies,
I wish I could have been the author of your story,
I wish I could have been there to say I’m sorry,
I wish I could have been your antibodies

You’re ready to go it alone,
I’m not ready to let you,
Stone, I wish we were made of stone and bone,
My living dead interlude that never moves

I wish I could have been your antibodies,
I wish I could have been the author of your story,
I wish I could have been there to say I’m sorry,
I wish I could have been your antibodies

You danced naked,
In a front of a crowd of empty faces,
Wild and wasted,
But you danced,
And they faded,
You are who you want,
You are who you want us to want you to be,
But now you’re leaving me,
And I’m not ready,
I’m not ready for the curtain call,
I’m not ready for the curtain to fall

I wish I could have been your antibodies,
I wish I could have been the author of your story,
I wish I could have been there to say I’m sorry,
I wish I could have been your antibodies
I wish I could have been your antibodies, but I can’t and I’m so sorry