We've got so much work to do. You were running from the 
world and I brought it back to you. And as your day turns 
into night, can you reach what's in your sight? For sore 
eyes to see, lies could never be the truth you wanted in 
your life, the pain of wanting to realize a path well-
traveled to help you unravel a life you never knew. 
Here's to your understanding of a better world than ours, 
and since you're never landing, I hope your situation 
never sours. And to all you drama queens--so you can keep 
your conscience clean, bury your sorrows with your sighs. 
I don't want to hear you cry for all the good it does to 
keep our pity where it was. You're not my universe, 
you're my curse. Here's to my understanding of a better 
world than ours, and since I'm never landing, I hope this 
situation never sours. And I've got nothing left to lose. 
I will be your hangman, you can be my noose. You breathe 
me in as your lungs fill with air. And as I look inside 
you, I see that nothing's there. And as this dream dies, 
I have only one regret--all the words unspoken that left 
me in your debt. Here's to my understanding of a better 
world than ours, and since I'm never landing, I hope this 
situation never sours. And I've got nothing left to lose. 
I will be your hangman, you can be my noose.