Set.

One-by-one, in a single-file line,
Here we are, standing straight, still pretending that we're fine,
'Cause nobody really ever taught us how to cope,
And of all the things we've lost, we'll miss our will to live the most....
And all the loves who've come and gone
Are simply pennies in the pond:
Tarnished under glassy-bright,
Still not enough left for tonight--

And I'm not diving anymore,
'Cause I can't,
And I won't,
I'm not diving anymore.

And  I'm broke before the deadlines,
And blistering at the seams--
I cannot sleep, I'm terrified,
Of believing fragments, dreams;
Because now my forest's burning,
And it won't even leave a mark,
So I can't be pulled out from my mind
And thick layers of the dark.

Please, let me forget all this!
I swear to it all I'm done!
For in that fifteen seconds of loving you,
I've given up the sun.