The end result of so many meetings,
At late night diners with no one eating,
We sit in corners and we sip burnt coffee,
We count the tiles upon the ceiling.

Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying,
Don't pick me to keep your eyes from cryin,
You said so much,
Without ever parting your lips.

It's past three AM,
And I'm still far from sleep,
And this is a habit that I can't break,
You're my only company skippin' stones.

And the street lights flicker like this,
Match in my hand,
The street lights flicker like this,
Match in my hand,
And the street lights flicker like this,
Match in my hand,
Beggin' to strike,
Beggin' to strike.

And I keep repeating,
But this payphone tele is stopped receivin,
Flat out of change now,
I'm sure you won't accept the charges,
It's all the same cause by the morning,
I'll be half-way to Colorado,
Or some place like that,
You said so much,
Without ever parting your lips.

It's past three AM,
And I'm still far from sleep,
And this is a habit that I can't break,
You're my only company skippin' stones,
Down a dark,
Suburban street.

She keeps on asking,
Do you think it hurts Much to die?
It's hurting so much more to stay alive now,
She's gonna find out how much it hurts to die.

She laced her perfume up with death,
I feel it in my lungs,
So I'll pull in the deepest breath,
And drop my head.

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