Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance - Every Time I Die

Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons

The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal

A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing

And a pulse conducted by our dying lines

You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain

Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate

Baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober

It’s the reception between us that’s failing

Everything’s coming out all frenzied and confused

She’s got what it takes to make collapsing a habit

And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up)

Pick up the phone

Tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war

My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck

No use translating the trembles

They’re symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation

If i come back home, i am bringing back the bends

So give me a kiss.

let me taste the reptilian appeal

Say it again baby.

does it turn you on?

does it get you hot?

I get a little hysterical sometimes

The panic you shouldn’t have been so sentimental

All that kicking and screaming

Everything i touch starts peeling

We malfunction like machines

Get up off the floor and answer the phone

I want to be a big star

Didn’t want to touch so hard

Open the door

I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words

You’re the reason for collisions

I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window

Tonight is a shipwreck

Navigating through disorder

Now every electric star hums like a telecaster

How punk rock is that?

You’re so oblivious

Baby, you’re my oblivion