Cross my arms Shake my head As I let you come back again All alarms Flashing red I should be turning 'round instead Here we are At the end Of a rope that's thin as thread At the start Of the mend Your love is giving me the bends And my spine is filling Up with mal-intent And my lungs are spilling Out my final breath My precious breath Break apart My intent Dissect the meaning that I meant Who we are What I said When my face was burning red Forging on No regret At least that's what I'll pretend Write a song Streaked with pen Now my face is soaking wet And my spine is filling Up with mal-intent And my lungs are spilling Out my final breath My precious breath And my spine is filling Up with mal-intent And my lungs are spilling Out my final breath My precious breath Ooh ooh, oh no Ooh ooh, oh I'll pretend Ooh ooh, oh no Ooh ooh, oh I'll pretend it all And my spine is all wrong But I'll pretend And my lungs are not strong But I'll pretend it all And my spine is filling Up with mal-intent And my lungs are spilling Out my final breath My precious breath And my spine is filling Up with mal-intent And my lungs are spilling Out my final breath My precious breath