Testo: Cadillac Blindside. These Liquid Lungs. Sleep Between The Lines.

If this is the end, then I guess I'd better take one look around. My heart is beating, faster than I can count on both hands and this is my own dark secret. I know you all tried your best. Why couldn't I find a reason, good enough to get some rest. And after I'm gone. Don't even think about it, don't ever think about me as I am. There was a time when I would laugh about it. I thought It'd never happen. I'm just fine. A final warning, if that's what this is I swear that I'm done. Tomorrow morning. I'll flush all the rest down I promise. But deep down I know I'm lying. I see it in my reflection. In-between lines I'm flying but crashing fast. Why couldn't this last