Red Lights

In all good faith and sentiment I can't believe somehow That I haven't died of grief or something Since you left this town I'm all undecorated, cigarettes And standard white apartment walls At three AM and four AM It's impossible to sleep I'd do anything to hold you And feel you next to me But I'm all sore eyes and beasts At my back door, pulling out their claws So yes I will take those Whatever else they give me If it stops the nightmares It probably won't kill me And if I slow it down I'll end up on one of my accusers' knives So I only stop to tell her that I love her at the red lights And all in all, I'm wrecked you see From years of piping down And piping up about the things That never mattered anyhow When you change too much you lose yourself And sometimes you just can't get them back And you might be an angel or devil I don't know But if in fact you are now love Well I've been there before I've fallen on my face And I've been burned so near to death I probably won't live through it Anyhow So yes I will take those Whatever else they give me If it stops the nightmares It probably won't kill me And if I slow it down I'll end up on one of my accusers' knives So I only stop to tell her that I love her at the red lights