It Was Ego Who Was Flying the Banner...

"The end result of so many meetings,
late night diners with no one in them.
We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee,
count the tiles upon the ceiling.
Skip this pretense and skip straight to dying,
don't beg me to keep your eyes from crying.
You said so much without ever parting your lips.
It's past 3 AM, and I'm still far from sleep.
This is a habit that I can't break."
From Autumn to Ashes, Chloroform Perfume

It's funny how I can take any song and twist the meaning in my mind, so it applies to you. Welcome home. My throat hurts.