And I think this could be the very last time Those fingertips run along my lifeline After dancing with your ghost I feel the end of a frayed rope And I think this could be the very last time We waste our breath over some cheap wine With a twist and a chokehold The truth starts to unfold Been lying here for days 'Cause I haven't found the strength To get up and walk away When the voice inside my head Says I'm better off instead I'm so very sick of this Can't fake sick or else they'll prescribe A solution within the confines If you twist, I will chokehold Myself with a tight rope Well it seems that our time has come Goodbye and get out, good luck