Midnight is upon us
And I fear I have been dishonest
Leaning pensively against the kitchen sink
I am ashamed of everything

All the love that I've abandoned
All the friends I took for granted
Now I drink my troubles neat
As you wait for me to come to sleep

Off in the back bedroom you lay still as a death sentence
Weighing heavily upon the inmates mind
I am estranged of everything
In these halls of whorey shadows
Of a life lived incomplete

We could of had a family
A littered legacy
Now instead of photo albums
It's a house of record sleeves
And it's coming down

Up above our heads I hear the creaking of a footstep
And the tick-tock of the cuckoo clock
I am afraid of everything
And as I peek around the corner
I spot a spectre with his scythe
Just another senseless life
To end in one fell swoop

I was certain I was special
I guess my neurons hid the truth

I wish you'd lie to me tonight
Hold me and tell me I'm not so bad
Tell me I made some sort of difference
That our love is more than chance
Oh, I am coming down