I thought I'd marry the first girl I ever loved
We'd have a beautiful wedding
And it was all choreographed from above

We could attract our opposites
Meet in the middle,
Compromise and then we'd settle.

But I slept through an existential nightmare
Where black clouds rolled
Like marching bands at midnight

And my guitar strings don't sing for you anymore
And we don't talk on the phone,
At least not like we did before.

So I'll stick this needle in my arm
And draw the poisoned blood from my heart
Before it reaches my brain and distorts my reality

Because my reality is lonely
And the truth is you don't want to be seen
With someone like me