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i leave the gas on, walk the allies in the dark. sleep with candles burning, i leave the door unlocked. i'm weaving a rope and running all the red lights. did i get your attention because i'm sending all the signs  that the clock is ticking and i'll be giving my two weeks. pick your favorite shade of black. you'd best prepare a speech. say something funny, say something sweet. but don't say that you loved me. i'm still breathing, but we've been dead for a while. this sickness has no cure. we're going down for sure. already lost our grip. best abandon ship. maybe i was too pale. maybe i was too fat. maybe you had better luck in the sack. no formal education and i swore way too much. i swear you didn't care because we were in love. so as i write this letter and shed my last tear, it's all for the better that we end this here. let's close this chapter, say one last prayer. but don't say that you loved me.