Breathing's barely bareable,
I'm losing this thing called control,
It's like a car-crash,
Like a whorl-wind,
Like the stabbing of a knife,
Through the black bruise,
On your broken heart,
That tears at your insides,

Flashback back to better times,
When I don't dream,
And you don't cry,
Pull me back to stable days,
And nights of certainty,
Fall out of time and make us right,
Pull the trigger and say good-bye,
Take me back: I miss you