The end result of so many meetings
 Late night diners with no one eating
 We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee
 Count the tiles upon the ceiling
 Skip this pretense and cut straight to dying
 But don’t beg me to keep your eyes from crying

 You said so much without ever parting your lips
 Past 3am and im still far from sleep
 This is a habit that i cant break
 And my [bad word]  Is skipping 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 begging to strike
 Beggin to strike

 And I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving
 Flat out of change now, im sure you wont accept the charges
 Its all the same cause by the morning ill be half way to Colorado 
 or some place like that

 You said so much without ever parting your lips
 Past 3am and im still far from sleep
 This is a habit that I cant break
 And my [bad word]  Is skipping stones down this old suburban street

 She keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?"
 Well its hurting so much more to stay alive now
 Shes gonna find out how much it hurts to die

 She laced her perfume up with death
 Feel it in my lungs
 So ill pull in the deepest breath 
 And drop my head