Sending postcards from a plane crash (wish you were here)

I am such a sucker And I'm always the last to know My insides are copper And I'd kill to make them gold Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets Every friend we ever had in common I will sever the tie with you You can thank your lucky stars that everything I wish for will never come true When you go I will forget everything about you I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you Turn this up I'll tune you out Another night alone in the city Fake it like you matter - cause that's the biggest secret you have to keep