Five thousand miles from now, what will I say? Five thousand miles from you, and so many beds away.

Fire away, fire away. Cause you know, you’re killing me, anyway.

It felt like the right thing to do. I thought getting rid of you… would jumpstart my life somehow. But I’ve found it just the opposite.

And if my fear was a fur-ball, to dissect it would reveal Claws that you’d sunk into me, and the words I had trouble digesting.

Fire away, fire away. Cause you know, you’re killing me, anyway.

I call you on the phone again, and you say you wanna be my friend. I know I’m not very modern, but to me, that’s like apples and oranges.

Fire away, fire away. Cause you know, you’re killing me, anyway.