The Last 8 Seconds

In the last eight seconds, my opinions have changed I'm in love with the way that your face is arranged With your eyes up high and your mouth down below It's clearly too late now, but I thought you should know In the last eight seconds, I've decided to fight And I may be okay by the end of tonight But my nerves disagree, and they're telling me so Ten million broken hands on a broken piano Wait, that's not what I meant No, no, no, wait, I need to try that again It's a warm, gray morning and there's no one around But I found what I want, so I'm writing it down On my darkest Christmas lottery wish list But I'll never get this So I've got a bright white hope chest with little compartments to hold all the thoughts I will never confess And it came engraved with my brand new nickname: M-T-W-T-F-S-S No, no, no, wait, that's not what I meant I meant to say that I need you More than you would suspect Yeah, more than you would suspect It was an accident on purpose I swear I tried to stop myself You were just above the surface The earth reeled in the slack and pulled you back pulled you back No, no, no, wait, wait, that's not what I meant I meant to say that I need you More than you would suspect Yeah, more More than you would suspect More than you would suspect More than you would suspect Or something to that effect