I can't expel the truth
it's much more than I thought I could do
and with time my worth will stain
and split your heart from my name...

so drive away your mouth from my ears
and waste a day so I can think clearly
and what's left to wait for here
as my hands sleep spent this last year
choking the bottle's neck that pulled you from my bed

Composição: Ben Gibbard / Christopher Walla