I think I'm gonna make the worst out of every situation from now on I don't know what I'm supposed to look forward to or how I'm gonna sing this song I think I'm gonna feel the worst kind of feelings that my mother never said was okay I don't know what I'm supposed to think about anything, I'm trying to find the right words to say I'm sorry I don't give you what you want I'm sorry I don't give you what you need I'm sorry for the things that I think and never tell you 'cause I'm scared of how you're gonna respond I'm sorry for the songs that I write that make it sound like things are going ever terribly wrong I think I'm gonna dedicate every single song to you even when they're not good I don't really wanna break anything that I don't have to I think I'm gonna recreate every single thing that I have deeply suppressed I don't really wanna wait for the next heart attack but I hope it's not you I'm sorry I don't give you what you want I'm sorry I don't give you what you need I'm sorry for the things that I think and never tell you 'cause I'm scared of how you're gonna respond I'm sorry for the songs that I write that make it sound like things are going ever terribly wrong Will I remove myself from what I'm feeling? Will I detach my lungs from the screaming? Will I fall flat onto my chest and break everything? I just want to go and break everything Break everything at all in my path And soon enough I think I will collapse I can take it all with stride Or I can take it till I die Or I can leave it all behind But I don't wanna leave you tonight

Was I ever alive? And will I ever be free? Was I ever alive? Tell me Was I ever alive? And will I ever be free? Was I ever alive? Tell me Feel this pain crash onto me Feel this pain I can't believe Feel this pain crash onto me Feel this pain I can't believe I loved you I hate you I can't believe I can't believe This isn't me This isn't me This isn't me This isn't me

Confusion in her eyes it says it all, she's lost control You don't know You don't even know what the waves mean You don't even know what the waves mean You bought your t-shirt at a Hot Topic You should go exchange it for a new lifestyle You wouldn't know Disorder if it hit you Straight across the face, Peter Hook line and sinker It's common Ian Courtesy, common Ian Courtesy You spend your Bernie Sumners pretending to cry Pretending to air drum to Stephen Morris The riff to 'Transmission' The only division you're supporting Is the one between those who believe And those cheat

Sitting here In the basement Write a song For you, for you Pickin' on this broken down guitar I'm wondering how far away are you Are you? Are you? So light a few more sticks of incense And write some poetry Because standing here beside you Is the place where I will always be, yeah Light a few more sticks of incense And write some poetry Because standing here beside you Is the place where I will always be, yeah