Death Cab For Cutie
"For What Reason"


this won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start. I hope that he
keeps you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up to you to
singe your skin. brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness.
when your apologies fail to ring true, (you're) so slick with that sarcastic
slew or phrases like 'I thought you knew', while keeping me in hot pursuit.
tracing the plot finds skin touching skin (absence follows).
in the end, I win every time as ink remains. sour tastes prevail as you play