I leave the gas on, walk the alleys in the dark sleep with candles burning, I leave the door unlocked I'm weaving a rope and, running all the red lights did I get your attention cause I'm sending all the signs (that) the clock is ticking, and I'll be giving my two weeks pick your favorite shade of black, you best prepare a speech say something funny, say something sweet but don't say that you loved me Cause I'm still breathing And we've been dead for a while this sickness has no cure we're going down for sure already lost a grip best abandoned ship Bridge: (The rest follows the same pattern)