I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards,
and your words are just words.
I’m afraid to die in Statan Island,
I can’t lie to you. But I’ll never say I’m sorry
for knowing when I've been true.
So say it like you mean it so I can forget that love
isn’t alive here and buried in my chest.
Say it like you mean it, but don’t do it for me.
Forget this sense of urgency so I can sleep.
It’s just a matter of time,
so don’t hold on. I guess I never told you just how
much I can do with my hands tied behind my back: just
enough to hold my tongue long enough to know it hurts.
You said: “You said it yourself- ‘I wouldn’t
miss me either’”. So I don’t feel a thing when
I tell you it’s over. It’s over.