About dying

Yea, about dying

To lie, and sleep forever

Doesn’t seem so bad at all

But actually I’d rather stand

And then enjoy the fall

Because it’s risen to my throat

And I’m tired of chocking back

Exactly what I think of this

Exactly what I think of that

Yea, so…about dying

I don’t feel disdainfully

But if I were to let go

Who would complain for me?

Fill my endless voids?

Swim my against the grain-less sea?

About dying

I’ve just about given up

Winning the opinion of your mother

Just like the others

Don’t really give a fuck…

Oops, oh well

Here I come Hell… and out of the box

I can’t play in these closed circles

I’d rather play beneath the rocks

I promise I can’t hold my prodigal tongue

At least not without crying

But when they try to make me

Well, I just think about dying

About living

There’s this girl, who loves to pull me close

I forget four lettered words and why people hate me most

A waste of pretty, they’d say to me

She’d say silk shirts and ties fit me beautifully

She loves the way I wear my jeans

I love the way she wears herself

All over me

Yea, so…about living

Well, I like loving you too much it seems

To ever give a damn what “they” think of me

I’m over my depression

And I pretty much decided

I’m tired of trying

I think of you too much

To really think

About dying…