Song Lyrics

This won't be the last you'll hear from me
It's just the start
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks
Like you did to me

I will hold a candle up to you
To singe your skin
Brace yourself, I'm bent with bitterness
You can't foresee

When your apologies fail to ring true
(You're) so slick with that sarcastic slew
Or phrases like, 'I thought you knew'
While keeping me in hot pursuit
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (absence follows)

In the end, I win every time
As ink remains
Sour tastes prevail as you play back
The tape machine

When your apologies fail to ring true
(You're) so slick with that sarcastic slew
Or phrases like, 'I thought you knew'
While keeping me in hot pursuit
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (absence follows)

Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla