Boys Night Out

I dialed 911 a long time ago.
Now I see how late they're reacting.
Here shakes a former lovers/husband,
and there lies the wife of a train wreck just waiting to happen
My God:
Make this a dream because I really can't believe that she's gone
(I'm not here and this isn't happening)
Make this a dream because I really can't believe that she's gone
(We'll wake up and she'll be next to me)
I can't believe that she's gone
Marvel as this madman, as this makeshift-monster rips through the room.
Watch in fear as he comes completely unglued.
Gaze in horror and amazement for a frightening instant
As he christens the walls with broken bottles of perfume.
her few, final moments must have been a nightmare in waking
Victimized, violently shaking.
My God:
Make this a dream because I really can't believe that she's gone
(I'm not here and this isn't happening)
Make this a dream because I really can't believe that she's gone
(we'll wake up and she'll be next to me)
Make this a dream because I really can't believe that she's gone
(I'm not here and this isn't happening)
Make this a dream because I really can't believe that she's gone
(We'll wake up and she'll be next to me)
I can't breathe...