• You whisper in my ear and tell me my time has come but as I start to c**k my gun,
    I hear this low hum, I freeze, I listen.
    And in the corner of my eye a tear glistens because that low hum is my answering machine,
    It's you and your 50th message telling me to call you back,
    telling me to look back on what im going to loose if i reach for more booze,
    on what im going to miss if i accept deaths kiss.
    Ive learned to tune them out, all the few good people that could change my doubt.
    But some how one got by, and hit me where i knew not to fly.
    Ive hit a cross-roads in only one room.
    I slouch down in my bathroom tub and listen to your mumble of yours through your tears.
    Just as i start to change my mind
    my worst nightmare comes over again
    yelling and screaming at my door
    as im about to pull the trigger i hear sweet words..
    Those last six words on my 50th message..
    "i want us to be more, marry me baby lets soar"
    You whisper in my ear, tell me my time has come,
    and as i start to walk i hear the bells rung