Texty: Caecelia. Other. Our Conversation.

A: Oh couldn't you be a little more sympathetic?
Because you tore me in two, into pieces.
Is she really all you want? Is she more than what we had? Or could of been?
So how does it feel to pour your self into someone else?

B: It feels just fine, I've never been so sure of it.

A: I'm struggling hard to get your foot off my throat, and maybe you might just let me breath a little longer.

So tell me what's going on inside that head of yours, because I've never been so confused in my life.

B: I'll tell you but promise me one thing, you won't get hurt; oh don't get hurt by me

It's like falling face first down the stairs, a broken neck and a catheter. I've never felt this good before. And even if I'm paralyzed, I will love this wheel chair until the day, until the day..I die.

So tell me what's going on inside that head of yours, because I've never been so sure in my life.

A: I'd tell you, but it'll make no sense because I won't have you in the end, I won't have you in the end.

With your arms around her waist, how could you... do this to me?

B: Well darling I, am sorry but you're... better off without me.

A: You're not making sense now, you're not speaking clearly.
What if you're wrong? What if this is all a dream?

B: Well I've never been so wrong and felt so right, its driving me crazy.

A: So this is the end?

B: So it seems

(Thanks to Kaitlin for these lyrics)