So I've been slipping in and out of that static snow, blaming the black or the gray or the white, whatever was dancing in front of my eyes at the time, and I finally disappeared between the lines, I've been drowned out by the digital whine, and I'm alone with that indifferent silence I wasted my life trying to hide. I'm a broken down limousine, baby. I was hoping for some help with that. I spent twenty years on the side of the road watching the cars pass. Sometimes I'd wake up to new breath in my bed, a beautiful girl to fill my head, breathing, "Baby, give up, don't leave, quit running from those words, oh, they've already been said." And it's like fighting sleep, I always lose, and an ocean up rises up around our room, and when I finally drown in it, I won't have an excuse, cuz I lock the doors from the inside, oh, I lock the doors from the inside, so my eyes, my eyes, my eyes will drift below, below sea level when she asks, when she asks, "Don't you love me? Don't you love me anymore?" Well, I don't, I don't, I don't. I never loved anyone, maybe I never loved anyone. Maybe I just needed to so bad that I thought I did. Maybe I never loved anyone, maybe I never loved anyone. Maybe I just needed to so bad, so bad, that I thought I did. Well, I thought I did, well, I thought I did. Well, I thought I did, I was so sure I did, I was so sure I did. And I end up back on the side of the road waiting for my heartbeat to sink into the asphalt and reaching out into the traffic. It's a sad excuse for romance and I don't stop, but I'm gonna stop. Well, I'm trying to stop. I mean, goddamn, I keep breaking my arms, I oughta be more careful cuz there are things that don't ever, ever heal. So when the morning comes this time, I wake up on my own and I swear I don't mind, I'm not afraid to be alone, but I'm stuck under the sheets like they're made of lead. I'm still stuck under the sheets like they're made of lead. And now that fear is crawling back into bed. Yeah, now that fear is crawling back into bed. I say, "Darling, that fear has crawled its way back into our bed," but she's gone now, but she's gone now, but she's gone now, but she's gone now, so it's just me. So it's just me, so it's just me. So it's just me, so I scream, "Baby, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I've been wrong." But I've known I was right all along. I never believed in those love songs, but I wanted to. Oh God, I still want to, but this is it, this is it, I'm done. So please, don't help me out of this hole, this hole I've dug into my stomach, I haven't been taking my pills, I keep trying to forget that it's there, but I know, but I know, but I know that it is. But I know, but I know it's there, and it's my own fucking fault, so I'm done pretending that some love can fix it. There is nothing, no one, no love that can fix it, so I'm done. Now I'm done. So I'm done, so I'm done, so I'm done, now I'm done. So there's nothing, no one, no love that can fix it. There's nothing, no one, no love that can fix it, and baby, if you can't fix it, then I'm done. Now, I'm done.