I'm writing a letter to you, hoping you're better
Papercuts on my fingers bleed to prove I can't be wrong
One world, one big white canvas to paint your feet and walk along
I'm fixing a sentence with words stuck in the past tense
I've been lying for so long, it starts to sound just like it's true
Method outwits my madness when my thoughts return to you
Oh, not again, it's my last chance to sin
So bet on me, with any luck, you'll see
My time has come, I say goodnight, my friends
It's just like a song that gets you through the end (the end)
I'm signing sincerely, your friend, sober but leary
Next time I'll send a package after cutting off my ear
Until you say you love me, even if I cannot hear