I think that I miss you.
I wish that you’d miss me too,
but nothing comes from wishing
for the impossible.
You’re oh-so implausible.

Sometimes, I fight back the urge
to tell you that I care.
I care,
but your stare makes me
all kinds of scared.

Could you do me the courtesy
of letting me know when you’re
through with me?
I would very much like to move on,
that is, if you’re all said and done.

Could you do me this solid, love?
Kill me quickly. I swear to God
that I won’t budge.
I’m dying so slow tonight.
If you’re done, I promise you
that I won’t fight.

Maybe if I knew what I did wrong,
if I knew why I’m singing this song,
this song,

I could make things right. You’d come
spend the night in my arms. You’d lie,
and we’d watch the sky collide.
Collide.

Could you do me the courtesy
of letting me know when you’re
through with me?
I would very much like to move on,
that is, if you’re all said and done.

Could you do me this solid, love?
Kill me quickly. I swear to God
that I won’t budge.
I’m dying so slow tonight.
If you’re done, I promise you
that I won’t fight.

Could you save me my dignity
in a vial labeled:
“a heart that’s empty,”
and let me know that
you’re finished with me.
I’d appreciate the honesty

Because tonight I’ll be dying so
oh, tonight I'll be dying so slowly
oh-so slowly,
so slow.

‘Cause nighttime takes forever,
but it’s the only time that I am ever awake,
when I think of all of my mistakes
but mostly the ones I don’t make.

What will this take?
What will this take?
What will this take?
Would you look what’s at stake?

Could you do me the courtesy
of letting me know when you’re
through with me?
I would very much like to move on,
that is, if you’re all said and done.

Could you do me this solid, love?
Kill me quickly. I swear to God
that I won’t budge.
I’m dying so slow tonight.
Please, tell me everything is
alright.