Attacker at the bedroom window, push the ladder from the windowsill
Serenades me from the ground thirty feet below
Am I hearing voices, telling me what I already know
Don't you move now, I'm just in here reading
Pages turning, spine is breaking, plot is unfolding
I can't breathe because I'm trying to stop the bleeding
Pressure, stop your shaking Pressure stop your shaking

I was a victim of teenage romanticide, and in the wrong
I was a victim of teenage romanticide, but not for long

Your voice across the tin can line is quiet
Unromantic, I'm trying to find my nerve
Snuff the fire, mark the mail return to sender
Tattoo my name across your lips so you remember

I was a victim of teenage romanticide, and in the wrong
I was a victim of teenage romanticide, but not for long