I'm still frustrated from last nightnThings happened in half-time, I'm sick of the bendsnMy panic research was no helpnI sink into myselfnAfraid of the fall that never endsnI wait, but I'm too tired to play pretendnI'll suffocate until the endnnNo time for halfhearted goodbyes,nI turn on the spotlight and flee from the scenenCheap flights from Paris to Bangkok, I thought it was nonstopnCan't sleep on the KLM againnI haunt the halls of medicine at nightnChoking back the urge to fightnnHer cat was clawing the floorboards just outside of our door,nThe panic beginsnI searched the whole damn apartment from ceiling to carpetnNo sign of the things she used to ownnAs autumn turns its back on me againnI climb the walls for oxygennnMy body aches, it heaves, it shakesnAll somersaults through so-called artnAnd I still don't know exactly who I amnI never will, amen.nnShe whispers something in my ear, the message is unclearnShe motions outside.nI trail her closely from behindnShe tries hard not to crynShe shakes underneath the pouring rainnnI can't compete with all your damn ideasnThis isn't working out for you or menThe truth is I'm too tired to play pretendnThis is goodbye, this is the end.