This is Twice Now.

I'm tying myself to the train tracks I'm letting my friends watch me, I'm making them pull the last knot. I stare you straight in the eyes as you cut so far inside me that I lose my breath, I'm letting my friends kill me, I'm letting you hurt me. I'd only be your floor mat if my hair weren't so bright, so now I'm just your pretty head to lay asleep with at night. I don't know how you sleep so soundly with my breath on your neck because I couldn't sleep a wink, and all the pills and all the drinks they never excuse the secrets that we keep.

Messages from across the city will be the only way we convey.. and tomorrow we'll move on, but we never really move on.