Lying here, dying in this room.
You're on the other side of town and you couldn't care less.
Rip me from the world I used to love, the world I used to live for.
Lay me in the flames, lay me down to rest.

Time is a war of hearts gone gold to metallic imagery,
it's just a cheap pretender.
I wish this was a game 'cos when I lose I can just start over
to prepare myself for another lonesome winter.

Love can leave me hung up to sing and dry, the cried eyes,
they don't mean anything, won't mean anything in the end.

Where does my heart go when I want you, when I need a heart
by my side to remind me love's not worthless after all?
And as my world goes black in losing consciousness every time I see you,
you're reminding me I'm all alone again.

I've wasted tears on you
when there's an entire city to cry about.
You'd never know the truth of how I still care for you
but I can see reality and you don't feel the same now.

(You never really know what you have until it's gone.
But what is there to lose if you were missing what you needed all along?)

I won't call you a killer because the truth is,
if anyone's dying, it'll be because of me.
You're only an accomplice to every suicide attempt I've lived through in my mind,
where no one cared enough to save me.

Around your neck you have that noose, you're waiting there for the moment to come. And then, when he walks into the room, you think he's going to walk over to you, that he's going to untie the rope around your neck and help you down but no, instead, he kicks the stool away and turns his back while you're gasping for air. I guess dreams really do come true.

Where does my heart go when I want you, when I need a heart
by my side to remind me love's not worthless after all?
And as my world goes black in losing consciousness every time I see you,
you're reminding me I'm all alone again.