I said, “I'd never write a love song”
It always seemed to be so fucking easy.
All the rhymes all sound the same,
and all the metaphors seem sleazy.
It's a crutch to be singing I miss you
but I miss you, so what am I to do?
You said to me, “will you think of me?”
A stupid question. A stupid question!
I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing. 
I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic. 
I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.
Don't forget things learnt is past lessons.
Who said life would be so fucking easy?
Your rhetoric is sounding lame and
Your defense was never pleasing.
You licked your wounds so long that it's become a vice.
You're staying in and counting bruises every night.
I said to you, “do you still think of me?”
A stupid question. A stupid question.
I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing. 
I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic. 
I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.
I'm in love.
And as I sit here amongst the rubble that I will call 
my home.
I think of you, it makes me smile and I hope you know.
That even here across the sea in this lonely empty room
My bones may break, my feet may bleed
My ligaments tear but my heart stays true!
I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing. 
I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic. 
I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.
I'm in love.