Tod: Can I speak frankly, no holds barred? And you walked away Out of air Where your head could lay And have nightmares Of you and me This reality of you and me Tiled floor symmetry It guides the way From you to me Fluorescent bulbs light the way To where your head will finally lay And we all die alone In houses we don't own I know that you're alone The white lines on the road Will guide you home A new year Withdrawn flight And I wasn't there Your last chance at such heights Did you even care? And we all die alone In houses we don't own I know that you're alone The white lines on the road Will guide you home Tod: You know, Mrs. Buckman You need a license to buy a dog, or drive a car Hell, you can get a license to catch a fish! But they'll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father I wish I had waited up with you I wish I had waited up with you With you