This is going to be a Smith's kind of winter.

At worse you'll be left so admirably.
You can't figure out what you're missing,
and you're twenty-two minutes late according to their clocks.
Constant petitioning for a thought from the other end. Please, don’t drown me.
This wave of emotion is set to cripple and I'm fragile at my seams.

"Can't go with my heart, when I can't feel what's in it. I thought you'd come over, but for some reason you didn't. Glass on the pavement under my shoe. Without you is all my life amounts to."

You are leaving a trail of sparks and I'm carrying enough gasoline to burn this whole city down.
Let it slip away at the shoreline. Let me slip away at the shoreline.

He was neurotic anyways.