Going to the Dump to Watch the Bears (Part 2)

And I'm pained and I'm dead
And I'm going to bed with wide open eyes again
And I'm pained and I'm dead
And I'm going to bed with wide open eyes again

I’ll up the ante by two years
And risk all I’ve got
For another chance with you

I can spend the whole night
Staring at a screen
Just so I can brag
That I haven’t cried myself

To sleep
In two whole years
In two whole years

I’ve been obsessing over empty words and dimes
Dropping pounds for cigarettes and hoping you really mean it this time

Amidst all the excitement
I still find time
To sleep past noon
So how much would you bet
That if I stare
At these words
I can change their meaning

These eyes don’t see the sun like they used to
(There’s nothing left of this teenage heart)
Dreams used to haunt me every night
(Now I pray for nothing else)

Carry me back home in your limp arms
(Show me the youth that I’ve forgotten)
Carry me back home in your limp arms
(Two whole years)
One whole year
(Since I thought of you last)
Two whole years
(I guess we’ll do this again)
Three whole years
(I'll take my chances)
Four whole years
(Since I felt your lips)

I can't say that I've never fantasized about my own funeral and who would be there