Oh, irene
what have we seen?
desperation personified by me

and oh, irene
though it may seem
like i never intended to be your friend

'cause by the morning you'll be mine;
i hope you'll have the time.
by the morning you'll be mine;
i hope you have the time.

sticks and stones
may break my bones
but the words you spoke to me that day

have all but left
my weary mind
and now I doubt they'll ever fade away

but by the morning you'll be mine;
i hope you'll have the time.
by the morning you'll be mine;
i hope you have the time.

so don't you worry
if i'm not there
it's not that i'm selfish or arrogant
it's that i'm scared

and don't you worry
if i'm not around
just listen for the faint
and distant sound

of my voice
calling your name from afar
through the ambience
of passing cars

don't you know i tried to say goodbye, to you
don't you know it's hard to say goodbye, to you

so tell me once more, tell me once more, tell me once again
tell me once more, tell me once again, my friend

don't you know it's hard to say goodbye, to you
don't you know i tried to feed you lies, it's true
don't you know i fell in love with you, again
don't you know i fell apart for you, again

and i tried to find the sounds that would keep you around

but then the world said, ""ha! he thinks himself an artist!
let him sleep another day away in pain,
and if his days turn into years, well who's to notice?
he might as well be crying in the rain.""

so tell me once more, tell me once more, tell me once again
tell me once more, tell me once again, my friend

don't you know it's hard to say goodbye, to you
and don't you know i tried to say goodbye, to you