text: Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands
  Staring at the window as the sunlight demands action
  All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds
  Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall
  Spent half the span of some lost cultures rise and fall
  But Im as clueless as a drooling four year old
  Still hoping I might find the capacity
  To let you know I know youre lonely
  So heres the last call for regrets
  A final slow dance through
  The days that we all hold on to
  Heres the promises Ive made
  Tied too tight to undo
  An unwrapped gift from me to you
  Slightly insane on the 18 North Main
  Reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain
  Nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today
  Like Hey, whatever happened to whats-that-guys name?
  We get a little older and it looks the same, askance
  Excuse my failing sense of humour
  Still hoping I might find the capacity
  To let you know that were all lonely
  So heres the last call for regrets
  A final slow dance through
  The days that we all hold on to
  Heres the promises Ive made
  A razor blade and this broken piece of chain
  A history left to rust out in the rain