Besedila: Alkaline Trio. Good Mourning. Blue in The Face.

It's about time that I came clean with you
No longer fine, I'm no longer running smooth
I thought that I found myself on to something new
Just one more line

I repeat over and over again till I'm blue in the face with a choking regret
'Cause I talked in circles around you on my bed
Can't say I blame you one bit when you kept it all inside
When you left that night

It's about time that you got sick of me
No longer fun and so far from interesting
I thought that I found me a cure for feeling old
Just one more line

To keep me sleeping loudly and cold in disgrace with a shameful regret
As I talk in tongues to myself in my bed
Can't say I blame you one bit when you kept it all inside
When you left that night

And all that followed fell like mercury to hell
So now we lost our heads for the last time
And all that followed fell like mercury to hell
So now we lost our heads for the last time

And I don't dream since I quit sleeping
And I haven't slept since I met you
And you can't breathe without coughing in daytime, neither can I
So what do you say your coffin or mine?