Perhaps not an exact science, but if it's romance that's jading us (and what else ever does jade people?), all I can offer you and yours is:
Blue In the Face, by Alkaline Trio
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?
Probably doesn't ease your wierdness, but nothing helps like music.
Blue In the Face, by Alkaline Trio
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?
Probably doesn't ease your wierdness, but nothing helps like music.
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