You try to make this last

But your candles burn too fast

Divided before you were born

Were you divided from your former you

You'll never make it far

Well it's time, so let go of my arm

You're dying north of 40

You are destined for its solitude

Just pull the cover over your eyes

Or do what just feels good

It's easy to be content about your life

Until it's over

Why does this feel so good

Won't somebody tell me while I'm alive

Why can't I withstand

my lust is so much stronger than my love for life

(It's just fate to play)

Will you take over when I'm bleeding

Watch me squeeze out every pint I've got

It's over

I can feel it

Well-rehearsed accidents prepare to stop

And I am trying

Know what you want before you start

I read your diary (to get to know you)

I skipped right to the end (I don't feel guilty)

Empty pages (of untold stories)

For days you didn't want to live (oh well, you've given up)

Too late to decide my fate or re-write autobiographies

And though I just woke up, I feel that I'm washed up

You're always fake (you fear the worst)

Because you've been betrayed (so well rehearsed)

It's your fault I can believe handshakes

I've gone far enough, that's why I'm washed up

It's over, I mean it

It's over, I believe it now

I'm washed up