I've got this feeling in my bloodnthat I want more, this ain't enoughna girlfriend, a movie,na slow dance, and straight teethnsome candle lit forced sentimentnI'm bored to tears you're amorousnso please pass the regretnit tastes good on thick skinnnI'm fast approaching deathnyou aren't helping itnyour smile's been losing it's charmnyou still think you've got itnis this the best idea that you've ever had?nnThe living room, the furnace heatnyou pull your hair, and gnash, and weepnconfess how you've blessed menwhile I'm blank just blinkingnnNo pressing lips just pleading speechnthe falls to the floor to rest on feetnthat float so light at firstnbut they;ve clotted up with concretenI'm fast appraching deathnyou aren't helping itnyour smile's been losing it's charmnyou still think you've got itnis this the best idea that you've ever had?nnFast approaching deathnyou aren't helping itnyour smile's been losing it's charmnyou still think you've got itnis this the best idea that you've ever had?nnThis is how, this is how it startsnAnd this is how, this is how it stopsnnI'm still just blinkingnand you're still talkingnthere is no meaning, not nownnFast approaching deathnyou aren't helping it, you'rena girlfriend, a moviena slow dance, a thought that just passednso fast approaching deathnwe never noticed itnit just came on and came apart on usnthe best idea that we never had