Blue In The Face - Alkaline Trio

It’s 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 '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

Neither can I

So what do you say?

Your coffin, or mine?