Oh, I look at the stars and think how much I hate you, and I see Mercury.
Inside this heart I hold is the hate I hold for you,
but you'd never see it's dimmed by old flames.
If I had another dollar for every time I thought of you, I'd buy another memory.
But the hate I hold inside burns as bright as mercury.
I wish you were here to know what I say,
to direct to the consequences left to pay.
If you leave before I'm gone, sing to me the siren song.
Take me back to where you are, heal my temporary scars.
Forget the songs for you I’ve sung, forget the smoke that fills your lungs.
If you leave before I'm gone, sing to me.
Remember burning words of pride, as I'm drowning in my thought of you tonight.