We've got so much work to do. You were running from the world and I brought it back to you. And as your day turns into night, can you reach what's in your sight? For sore eyes to see, lies could never be the truth you wanted in your life, the pain of wanting to realize a path well-traveled to help you unravel a life you never knew.

Here's to your understanding of a better world than ours, and since you're never landing, I hope your situation never sours.

And to all you drama queens--so you can keep your conscience clean, bury your sorrows with your sighs. I don't want to hear you cry for all the good it does to keep our pity where it was. You're not my universe, you're my curse.

Here's to my understanding of a better world than ours, and since I'm never landing, I hope this situation never sours. And I've got nothing left to lose. I will be your hangman, you can be my noose.

You breathe me in as your lungs fill with air. And as I look inside you, I see that nothing's there. And as this dream dies, I have only one regret--all the words unspoken that left me in your debt.

Here's to my understanding of a better world than ours, and since I'm never landing, I hope this situation never sours. And I've got nothing left to lose. I will be your hangman, you can be my noose.