AN- this is an old one, but I like it... kinda.

I've come to the conclusion that you're finally giving up on me for good. At least, that's what it seems.
I feel like I'm deteriorating as we speak.
I think about someone else's mind, but your face.
Everywhere I go it's you I can't erase,
and your voice beats a tempo to my steps and my heartbeat.
It drums so loud that at night I can't sleep.
It keeps me up and out with friends
until the night finally ends
and the tired ringing in my ears sings me to dreams.

If this is the end I'd rather an explosion.
I can't wait around to wind up in slow motion.

I'd like to cut ties and run away like I do,
but I think while I drink and it's not fair to you.
If feelings gave out like they told me they would
I'd finally be free of this death scene for good.
I need to feel safe when I'm hanging by a thread,
but I feel the strings breaking with every word said
and accused and denied and muffled and yelled.
I'm so overwrought and I'm so overwhelmed.
This daydream of romance is swallowing my last chances whole
'till the world's gobbled up and I'm left alone.

If this is the end I'd rather an explosion.
I can't wait around to wind up in slow motion.

I'm haunted by secrets and dirty half-lies.
I'm hiding behind a smiling disguise.
I can't see a future without you beside me,
but you in my life generates misery.
Contradictions and terms that I don't try to understand
as I leap from the trust and hope that I land
on my feet
on the street heading out of this town.
I can't see a future without you around.

If this is the end I'd rather an explosion.
I can't wait around to wind up in slow motion.

I just want this resolved any way that it will.
Just a bundle of nerves forced into sitting still.
If this is the end of a long ride alone,
I just want to know before we wind up at home.

If this is the end I'd rather an explosion.
I can't wait around to wind up in slow motion.

I can't see a future without you around,
no I can't see a future without you around.