its about time
  that i came clean with you
  no longer fine
  i'm no longer running smooth
  i thought 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
  as i talk in circles on you on my bed
  can't say i blame you one bit when you kept it all inside
  when you left that night
    its 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 blamed 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 havent slept
  since i met you
    and you can't breathe
  without coughing in daytime
  and neither can i
  so what do you say?
    your coffin or mine?
    [ Thanks Jim for correction ]