Til It Sings, Til It Screams

I was fucked up in the back of a speeding car, lit up by 
the reds and blues that still haven't caught up to you. I 
was falling apart onstage, singing, "Don't worry about me, 
don't worry about me." "Oh, don't worry, I won't." The 
streets were just echoes of beauty like your taillights in 
the morning, but I just let it go, yeah, I'm a coward, I 
always do. "This better be the last time, alright? Our eyes
 won't align at all hours of the night. Are you alone? Are 
you alone? Yeah, neither am I." So it's mouthfuls of 
whatever alcohol I can find. I'm still waiting to be saved,
 I've been waiting all my life. I've been waiting all my 
life, and I swore I was fine but I lied, yeah, I lied, 
yeah, I lied. So goddamn, I can't forget your taste. Yeah, 
I can't get anywhere around this state without you there. 
But it still won't change a thing. No, this changes 
nothing. We'll both still let the phone ring til it sings, 
til it screams. So goddamn, I can't get around this place 
without seeing your face, without you there, without you.