that was one handshake drained of life said the hangman to his wife and when he sleeps you don t want to know his dreams so you finally made your choice you lost your heart and found your voice and at long last everything s just what it seems so there s a supernova in your stomach like getting punished for a lie you d never tell you got company in all those messed up memories while for me it s just another perfect day in hell well it s no use this summer s gone cause nothing good will just go on it s still the bones that tell us all about the flesh but how can something so alive turn into europe 45 how did those papers just wind up in the trash still the old phone sits on those letters that you sent me and my home feels like a highway side motel so for you it s like the end of a vacation while for me it s just another perfect day in hell and to you it s back to some unfinished business while for me it s writing something i can t spell guess your diary s a masterpiece of something i can t grasp and the sun ignites another perfect day in hell