Boys Night Out - Relapsing lyrics

Last call at the hospital,

You slept through it all,

And these four walls warn you.

That your surgery, it might not be the key

To fix the memory of you and me.

Doctor I don't know what I've done,

There's more to this than my -

Ex-love and my ex-limbs could ever in my life begin to-

Explain, everytime I think of her and what went on that night,

I don't see it, instead i hear it,

A song so awful and so perfect.

Last call at the hospital

You slept through it all,

And these four walls warn you

That your surgery, it might not be the key

To fix the memory of you and me

Doctor I don't know what im gonna do,

I need this song to be shouted out and to be heard by everyone

Its like each word and,

every chord refuses to be ignored.

This is bigger than me

But with no hands and even less skill I-

don't know how it ever will come out.

Doctor I think it's her I hear

It's always been

But if,

this pain can be arranged

In such a way to bring out beauty

Then, well, who am I to stop it?

I'll bring her back and I,

won't stop until it's done

Until this nightmare's undone

I need her..

Last call at the hospital

You slept through it all

And these four walls warn you,

That your surgery, it might not be the key

To fix the memory of you and me.

I need her

I need this

The saddest songs can sing themselves, and just sing along

So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger

And I'm just the firing pin.

Yeah I'm just a messenger.

So if death's the answer, then the question is the trigger

And I'm just the firing pin.

And I'm just a messenger

Doomed to detonate on delivery.....

Last call at the hospital

You slept through it all

And these four walls warn you

That your surgery, it might not be the key

To fix the memory of you and me

Last call at the hospital

You slept through it all

And these four walls warn you

That your surgery, it might not be the key

To fix the memory of you and me

Last call at the hospital

You slept through it all

And these four walls warn you

That your surgery, it might not be the key

To fix the memory of you and m