That all has gone wrong and nobody cares at all
So you buried all your lover's clothes and burn the letters lover wrote
But it doesn't make it any better, does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss
Reminds you that the memories will fade
So this is strange, our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
Where nobody leads at all, where nobody leads at all
And the picture frames are facing down
And the ringing from this empty sound is deafening
And keeping you form sleep
And breathing is a foreign task
And thinking's just too much to ask
And you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights
This is incredible, starving, insatiable
Yes, this is love for the first time
Well, you'd like to think that you're invincible
Yeah, well weren't we all once
Before we felt lost for the first time
Well, this is the last time
I heard about the cool breeze, and the cool nights and the cool guys
That you spent them with
Well, I guess I should have heard if them from you
I guess I should ahve heard of them from you
Don't you see, don't you see
That the charade is over?
And all the "Best Deceptions" and "Clever Cover Story" awards go to you
So kiss me hard, 'cause this will be the last time that I let
You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that tells of other people's lips
Will be your service to keeping you away
I heard about your regrets, I heard that you were feeling sorry
I heard from someone that you wished you could make things right between us
Well, I guess I should have heard of them from you
I guess I should have heard of that from you
I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
I'll be alright when my hands get warm
Ignoring the phone, I'd rather say nothing
I'd rather you never heard my voice
You're calling too late, too late to be gracious
And you do not warrant long good-byes
You're calling too late, you're calling too late, you're calling too late
So the placing goes slowly, the pictures of anything other than it's meant to be
But the hours they creep, the patterns repeat
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own
I never said, "Don't go," ... don't go
I've written a note, it's pressed between pages that youve marked to find your way back
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed, the chapter's unfinished, the story's too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?
The basement's a coffin, I'm buried alive
I'll die in here just to be safe, I'll die in here just to be safe
'Cause you're gone I get nothing and you're off with barely a sigh
I never said, "Good-bye"
I've written a note, it's pressed between pages that you've marked to find your way back
It says, "Does he ever get the girl?"
I've written a note, it's pressed between pages that you'll read if you're so inclined
Does he ever get the girl?
But the hours the creep, the patterns repeat
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own
I never said, "Don't go," ... don't go
Does he ever get the girl?