Memorial Field

It was quiet

While we walked through Kingston

Hand in hand

The streetlights led us to where you lived

We were alone (we were alone)

And all you could say was

"All good things must come to an end"

You said

The words in my mouth

Were more alive than I was

I guess I don't belong here

I guess I don't belong

Why not tie a noose around my neck?

I'm sure it'd be much more subtle than everything that you said

I've played your games too many times

And I've grown tired

Yeah, I'm tired

So deal with it

Can't sleep, can't think tonight

I'm stuck, I'm stuck

I can't get out of this

I can't get out of this