I Was The Devil For One Afternoon Lyrics

(It's a good thing that I havn't slept in weeks
Because right now, it seems that times are hard for dreamers)
I've got a broken neck sense of mortality
It clashes with your blood lust sentimentality
She says "It's wrong, but oh, we need it"
As she sits waiting up for me
But I'm not coming home
I've driven seven days of distance
and the dial tone on the end of this receiver
Is what's really wrong with me

One day dear, I'll come crawling through the front door
Just to fall into an empty room with a ruined view
I'm doing this for you

(So I'll see to) it that through me you (won't have to)
Suffer like this anymore
(My impulsive) impulses give (me my excuses).

I've got a broken neck sense of mortality
It clashes with your blood lust sentimentality
She says "It's wrong, but oh, we need it"
As she sits waiting up for me
But I'm not coming home
I've driven seven days of distance
and the dial tone on the end of this receiver
Is what's really wrong with me


You know dear, I never think things through
But I'm doing this for you
(I'm doing this for you)

(I, I never think things through
I'm doing this for you)

(For the first time I'm looking back on the time
I spend writing down lines disguised as warning signs
My warning signs)

There was something in the way
You turned and looked at me
I started panicking. I started panicking
Until your hearbeat stopped...Until your body dropped
That will always be my favourite memory of you and me
And I've give anything to know the reasons behind the wreckage.
I ruined everything for you

Boys Night Out - Make Yourself Sick

Sep 2003

1. I Got Punched In The Nose For Sticking My Face In Other People's Buisness
2. (Just Once) Let's Do Something Different
3. The First Time Shouldn't Taste Like Blood
4. It's Dylan, You Know The Drill
5. Hold On Tightly, Let Go Lightly
6. The Subtleties That Make Mass Murderers Out Of Otherwise Decent Human Beings
7. The Fine Art Of Making It Out Alive
8. I Was The Devil For One Afternoon
9. The Anatomy Of The Journey
10. Yeah, No...I Know...