quit 

if you're through with it 

you are gonna make me sick 

sitting their with your hands in your hair 

quit 

if you're through with it 

you are gonna make me sick 

no one cares who you carried to get here 

quit 

in a quiet murmur of spit 

cash it in with a whisper of wit 

haven't you seen them 

loving your commitment 

the show of a man who feigns 

a love that i love 

now i said it 

so by the time you come to 

we'll know just what to do 

we'll be singing and dancing 

for the death of romancing 

yeah i have finally found her 

yeah show me where it hurts 

quit 

here's your punishment 

you had the best that you will ever see 

you wasted it 

now she sees the good in me 

quit 

we could talk for hours and hours about you 

but we don't 

what good could that possibly do 

so by the time you come to 

she finally forgot you 

we'll be singing and dancing 

our rebirth of romancing 

yeah she has finally found me 

yeah i'll show you where it hurts 

you won't hear me breathe 

i sleep so soundly 

hear me 

stepping over heads to get ahead 

at that rate you will surely get your due 

but you'll have to wait around 

until you are dead 

you won't hear us breathe 

we sleep so soundly 

your lost love and me 

we're not listening 

(so how does that feel now 

cut the power to the amplifier 

cut the cord to the generator 

break every living mirror 

in your ever-elevator 

on paper you hate her 

but to her face you're a savior) 

pu my headphones on 

and you'll all be gone