1, 2, 3, 4 Sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radio 7 a. m. sun reveals a failed cherubim dangling from the rafters Like a sentimental ghost floating midway Between the curse of the sky and you This noose carries what atrophied wings can't Don't you want me disenchanted a deader shade of sorry Buried from the neck up in a slipknot Dragging my feet through the dead air Suspended a fallen chair length from the ground And when you found me when will they finally find me This halo fit my throat, halo fit my throat, halo fit my throat Halo fit my throat, halo fit my throat, halo fit my throat Halo fit my throat, this halo fit my throat I am your contorted angel, writhing at a loss for wings Swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes A severed spine of better days Like the deafened clicks of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum I just wanted to be something more than enough of Oh my god, I don't think I'm breathing Jesus Christ, I cant hear myself breathing Oh my god, I don't think I'm breathing Jesus Christ, I cant hear myself breathing This is all I know of flying my eyes set on you like stains In memory of romance Of romance Of romance Of romance ...