A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close.   The day when the last call is up begins to sound closer.   Signatures are for the self righteous.   What did I create? I must be asleep.   You move in tones.   You talk in shapes.   I must be asleep.   Waving as I disappear.   I'm better than this, and I' better than you.   This is where you beg for my sorrow.   We should not play the maker; we should hold our breath now.   Signatures are for the self righteous.   What did I create?   I wish this was easier!   I wish this was closer!   I've got nothing left; I'm so tired of all of you.   I want to go back where we came from and stab this city.   Maybe I'm just tired of a "perfect" world that we'll never have.