the beating in my chest..

I said, "I still hear the rain."
These images have filled my head
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes
Tell my voice what it takes to speak up, speak up
and keep my conscious clean when I wake

Don't make this easy
I want you to mean it
Say you mean it
You're dressed to kill
I'm calling you in
Don't waste your time on me

Now there's an aching in my back,
A sudden pain that says I lack
the common sense and confidence
to bring his hands to promises
that I'm making time for desperate conversation.
Holding my knife could be better than this in the end.
Just say when

Don't make this easy
I want you to mean it.
You're dressed to kill
I'm calling you in
Don't waste your time on me

I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.
I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire.
I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames are getting out of control.

Calling your name, kill me with words.
Forget about me, it's what I deserve.
I was your chance to get out of this town,
but I took the car and left you to...

...wait outside.
I hope the air will start to remind you
to get me out of this place.
I'll remember your face and my words are as big
as the beating in my chest.