I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards,
and your words are just words.
I'm afraid to die in Staten Island, I can't lie to you.
But I'll never say I'm sorry for knowing when Ive been true.
So say it like you mean it
so I can forget that love isn't alive here and buried in my chest.
Say it like you mean it, but don't do it for me.
Forget this sense of urgency so I can sleep.
It's just a matter of time, so don't hold on.
I guess I never told you just how much I can do with my hands tied behind my back:
just enough to hold my tongue long enough to know it hurts.
You said: 'You said it yourself- 'I wouldn't miss me either''.
So I don't feel a thing when I tell you it's over.
It's over.