This is another battleground
And I misunderstood the morse code
Am I going to die?
I feel a slight weight is lifted
From my bones
And I go on fighting
With a mild inconvenience
Or two
What's happening
That makes things so melodramatic?

I have a knack
For waltzing
Into destruction
With a smile on my face
And a tear in my eye
And there is something so shameful
About being thrown away
Like a piece of waste paper
Sick and forlorn

Don't read the words you wrote on me
I'd hate to make you feel sincere