Eulogy

So you want to fuck other people.

I want to tell you you can fuck yourself for all I care

(You can't see me but I'm flicking you off right now).

There's not enough alcohol in this bottle to take you away,

But at least it can tuck you away

In that tiny corner of my mind with my checkbook

Where you can be like the screaming masses in some third world country I'm not aware of.

And yet again I've fallen in love when I shouldn't have.

Should have left well enough alone,

Left myself alone.

It's a rough sort of situation that makes you sympathize with the people you hate.

I can't get over you

'Cause you're still here

And I'm not there

And everything's all up in the air

And I'm left caught up in daytime dreams of your hair

Fair, not fair at all.

I need you to want me

Need me

Breathe the life back into me

'Cause right now it's so cold I can't see your face anymore.

And if life's a bitch and then you die

I should be dead by

Now. So maybe this knife is here for a reason,

Or maybe I don't have any reason left at all.

Yeah, that sounds about right.