It's about time that I came clean with you   I'm no longer fine, I'm no longer running smooth   I though that I found myself under something new   Just one more line I repeat over and over again   'Till I'm blue in the face with a choking regret   Because I talk in circles 'round 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   Somehow we lost our heads for the last time   And all that followed fell like mercury to hell   Somehow 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 at daytime   And neither can I   So what do you say?   Your coffin, or mine?