These bars are filled with faces
I have never seen before.
Sometimes I feel so out of place,
I don't want to remember those times

when I got so drunk
that I passed out right up on the stage
and woke up in Clifton Heights.

Chorus:

It's late.
I know you.
You're done with me.
I can't blame you.

I said I'm sorry.
It wasn't much.

It's hard to look at your reflection
and know that you were wrong.
I'll never say this to your face,
so I'll sing it in this song.

And you want to come along,
but that never worked before,
so we'll only say "So long..."

I hope you find what you're looking for
before you drown yourself in what you lost before

We're losing touch like a telegram.
Your closing doors and I'm a battering ram.
I see a face, but I can't make it out.
And you're not here.