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come talk me out of this grave. i'm running low on reasons to make it through each day. i've long outlived my stay and become that annoying neighbor who just won't move away.
so knock me out, set fire to my house, and please, leave me be while i'm burning to the ground. sew shut my mouth so i die without a sound, and no one notices how long i've been crying for help. cut out my tongue, make me a mute. cut off my ears so i can't hear the truth. i've been lying to myself, trying to prove that there's something in my life still left to lose. so fix me a noose, and i'll leave some clues between these fingers, prints, and blues. i'll bring nothing but bad news.
if i died in my sleep, i don't think that anyone would come chase after me. so, like a stray dog who's lost his leash, i'll fill my veins with poison and keel over in the street. and then, as i hitchhike to the afterlife with pennies on my eyes, i'll have no alibi for the pointless end to my meaningless life. now come rain or come shine, i'll be waiting in the graveyard, every single night, for someone to come and sleep by my side, because being dead is lonelier than being alive.
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