I'm at the end of my rope, I fashioned into a noose. God its been such a shitty winter, filled with beer tabs And bottle tops, keggers and run ins with the cops We made out like bandits I got caught red handed. So I guess I wore my heart on my sleeve And I mistook your drunkeness for sincerity. Chalk it up to experience Fuck it up to experience. And Still I clinged to it the late night phone calls And this perfect connection through bad reception (yeah right) Is it hanging up or hanging out? Missed trains busy signals stalling cars.