A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close.nThe day when the last call is up begins to sound closer.nSignatures are for the self righteous.nWhat did I create? I must be asleep.nYou move in tones.nYou talk in shapes.nI must be asleep.nWaving as I disappear.nI'm better than this, and I' better than you.nThis is where you beg for my sorrow.nWe should not play the maker; we should hold our breath now.nSignatures are for the self righteous.nWhat did I create?nI wish this was easier!nI wish this was closer!nI've got nothing left; I'm so tired of all of you.nI want to go back where we came from and stab this city.nMaybe I'm just tired of a perfect world that we'll never have.