I guess I never told you: I was never one to go
backwards, and your words are just words.
I'm afraid to die in Staten Island, I can't lie to
you.
But I'll never say I'm sorry for knowing when I've
been true.
So say it like you mean it so I can forget that
love isn't alive here and buried in my chest.
Say it like you mean it, but don't do it for me.
Forget this sense of urgency so I can sleep.
It's just a matter of time, so don't hold on.
I guess I never told you just how much I can do
with my hands tied behind my back:
Just enough to hold my tongue long enough to know
it hurts.
You said: \"You said it yourself: 'I wouldn't miss
me either.'\"
So I don't feel a thing when I tell you it's over.
It's over.