The Last 8 Seconds Lyrics

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