Its almost like some sick and horrible joke,
and fuck it I laughed when it was told.
Mark each time with a name
haunting me until the world is right.
Will I recognize the last time?
Can the world survive another one?
Can it be destroyed?
Am I just standing on dust?
Close your eyes, here's your medicine.
Take two in the morning and don't call me.
Its no cure but it'll ease your pain.
You'll feel better in no-time.