Drowning with the metabolism of dripping candle wax
they don't notice until your glass bones box the pavement
And I don't think that you're my type of tragedy
so please point me to the right, to my way out
I've been barking up my own soul for so long
but I still can't see thru the sweat to lock the door
And I don't think that you're my type of tragedy
so please point me to the right, to my way out

These clouds can claim me when I'm done
so tell me that I'm yours (But 'til then tell me that I'm yours)