I can see you clearly
Even though my vision's blurred
I can tell you how my feelings feel
Even though my speech is slurred

I'm never gonna recover from
What you're about to do so
Why don't I just call the morgue?
I'll ask for a reservation
How bout a table for two or
Maybe make room for three
Where have you been?
I can't sleep
My bed is like my life
Too big for one
Too small for two
My head is like my life
Too loud for me
Too quiet for you

You were only looking for a fling
I reach in my pocket for the ring
You probably start to think
staring down the barrel of a gun
is the closest thing you've ever felt
To this in your life
And now I'm on my knee
Playing this sick game of chicken
Who'll be the first to turn and flee?