Sorry, My Dear

[Chorus] Have you heard the story of the guy who decided not to die? He figured living was just easier than falling really high His son heard about it later, thought, "Maybe that is why I'm enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky that are singing" And they're singing, saying, "Everything's all right" I haven't heard that on Earth, so Maybe I will find a place to sleep Just a comfortable place to lay my head [Verse 1] Please shoot me in the face, but, but first let me smoke your cigarette that's laced with fucking arsenic and mace Just kill me in my sleep Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen Please slit my perfect throat with the knife that I gave you When I told you "I love you" in my home Please stab me in the back, and twist it with the anger of every single time I made you mad Have you heard... [Chorus] The story of the guy who decided not to die? He figured living was just easier than falling really high His son heard about it later, said, "Yeah, that's why I'm enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky that are singing" Boy, they're singing, saying, "Everything's all right" I haven't heard that on Earth, so Maybe I will find a place to sleep Or just a comfortable place to lay my head [Verse 2] Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes And as your brain forces you to breathe It lets you indulge in such reluctancy But what's more amazing than that is that you can do it and it won't fight back Your brain will calmly cease to breathe If you really wanna shoot it, or smash it into things And if I don't feel better in the next ten years, then Then sorry, my dear And if I don't feel better in the next ten years, then Then sorry, my dear [Bridge] I'm okay, I'm okay, I feel a little bit sick But it feels like a cough, or a cold, or a flu But the only medicine feels like a bullet in my chest But have you heard... [Chorus] The story of the guy who decided not to die? He figured living was just easier than falling really high His son heard about it later, said, "Yeah, that is why I'm enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky" And I know That you bleed my own And if you go If you