I Was The Devil For One Afternoon

it＇s  a  good  thing  that  i  haven＇t  slept  in  weeks

because  right  now  times  are  hard  for  dreamers

i＇ve  got  a  broken  neck  sense  of  mortality

that  clashes  with  her  bloodlust  sentimentality

she  says  ＂it＇s  wrong,  but  oh,  we  need  it＂

as  she  sits  waiting  up  for  me

but  i＇m  not  coming  home

i＇ve  driven  seven  days  of  distance

and  the  dial  tone  on  the  end  of  this  receiver

is  what＇s  really  wrong  with  me

one  day  dear,  i＇ll  come  crawling  through  the  front  door

just  to  fall  into  an  empty  room  with  a  ruined  view

i＇m  doing  this  for  you

so  i＇ll  see  to  it  that  through  me  you  dont  have  to

suffer  like  this  anymore

my  impulsive  impulses  give  me  my  excuses.

you  know  dear,  i  never  think  things  through

but  i＇m  doing  this  for  you

for  the  first  time  i＇m  looking  back  on  the  time

i  spend  writing  down  lines  disguised  as  warning  signs

there  was  something  in  the  way

you  turned  and  looked  at  me

i  started  panicking.  i  started  panicking

until  your  hearbeat  stopped...until  your  body  dropped

that  will  always  be  my  favorite  memory  of  you  and  me

and  i＇ve  give  anything  to  know  the  reasons  behind  the  wreckage.

i  ruined  everything  for  you