In time, the seasons will seal these shards into the slits that denote your wrists

I sewed it up, stitched all these dead end streets into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings

I'm losing you in the transmission..

It's the same old song broadcasted on the radio, saying I'm not worth your time

Keep your hands to yourself and relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong

You stripped away the streets signs and shot out all the stop lights.
If you smashed away all the buildings, what would you have left?

I turn away when you look at me, and every night when I try and sleep I feel your hands all over my body

Will you look back on this night as the day that ruined your life?

The streets are still paved with hate, so you can cry yourself to sleep tonight.

If we don't stop soon we will never wake up again