I Was the Devil for One Afternoon

its a good thing that i havent slept in weeks, because right now it seems that times are hard for dreamers. i've got a broken neck sense of mortality. it clashes with your blood lust sentimentality. she says it's wrong...but oh, we need it, as she sits waiting up for me- but i'm not coming home. i've driven seven days of distance and the dial tone on the end of this receiver is whats really wrong with me. one day, dear, i'll come crawling through the front door just to fall into an empty room with a ruined view. i'm doing this for you. so, i'll see to it that through me you dont have to suffer like this anymore. my impulsive impulses give my excuses. you know, dear, i never think things through, but i'm doing this for you. for the first time i'm looking back on the time i spend writing down lines disguised as warning signs. there was something in the way you turned and looked at me. i started panicking. i started panicking until your heartbeat stopped...until your body dropped. that will always be my favorite memory of you and me, and i'd give anything to know the reasons behind the wreckage. i ruined everything for you.