Sorry, My Dear

Have you heard the story of the guy who decided not to die?
 He figured living was just easier than falling really high
 And if someone 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 right, have you heard"
 There aren't, so
 Maybe I will find a place to sleep
 Just a comfortable place to lay my head
 Please shoot me in the face, but
 But first let me smoke your
 Cigarette that's laced with fucking arsenic
 It makes, just kill me in my sleep
 Smother me with pillows and kindness, which I have never seen
 Please slit my perfect throat
 The knife that I gave you
 When I told you I loved you in my home
 Stab me in the back, and twist it with the anchor
 Every single time I made you mad
 Have you heard the story of the guy who decided not to die?
 He figured living was just easier than falling really high
 And if someone heard about it later, they'd say
 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 right, have you heard"
 There aren't, so
 Maybe I will find a place to sleep
 Just a comfortable place to lay my head
 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, no
 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
 So if I don't feel better in the next ten years, then
 Then sorry, my dear
 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 the story of the guy who decided not to die?
 He figured livin' was just easier than falling really high
 And if someone heard about it later, they'd say, 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