quit
  if you're through with it
  you are gonna make me sick
  sitting their with your hands in your hair
  quit
  if you're through with it
  you are gonna make me sick
  no one cares who you carried to get here
  quit
  in a quiet murmur of spit
  cash it in with a whisper of wit
  haven't you seen them
  loving your commitment
  the show of a man who feigns
  a love that i love
  now i said it
  so by the time you come to
  we'll know just what to do
  we'll be singing and dancing
  for the death of romancing
  yeah i have finally found her
  yeah show me where it hurts
  quit
  here's your punishment
  you had the best that you will ever see
  you wasted it
  now she sees the good in me
  quit
  we could talk for hours and hours about you
  but we don't
  what good could that possibly do
  so by the time you come to
  she finally forgot you
  we'll be singing and dancing
  our rebirth of romancing
  yeah she has finally found me
  yeah i'll show you where it hurts
  you won't hear me breathe
  i sleep so soundly
  hear me
  stepping over heads to get ahead
  at that rate you will surely get your due
  but you'll have to wait around
  until you are dead
  you won't hear us breathe
  we sleep so soundly
  your lost love and me
  we're not listening
  (so how does that feel now
  cut the power to the amplifier
  cut the cord to the generator
  break every living mirror
  in your ever-elevator
  on paper you hate her
  but to her face you're a savior)
  pu my headphones on
  and you'll all be gone