Swan Song

You were gonna let me go
 No guts to tell me yourself
 Go ahead and rub my nose in it
 You can't fire me because I quit
 You make me feel invisible
 Well, surely you see me now
 Strecthed out on the floor of your house
 Foaming at the mouth
 With a needle in my arm
 Next to a smoking gun
 And an empty razor case
 And a note that says:
 "dear jack I hate you. love, diane"
 "dear jack I hate you. love, diane"
 "dear jack I hate you"
 I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
 The neighborhood is gonna watch me
 As I create the great finale
 A perfect swan dive out the window
 Crash the car off the road
 You're not gonna miss me
 But you're gonna remember my body
 Crumpled in a heap in the middle of your street.
 Clean up your mess x4
 Finally you're carrying me
 Over the threshold try to revive me
 With a cold compress but it's too late
 I guess your best just isn't good enough
 When every warm embrace
 It was a selfish act
 And every smiling face
 It was a trap
 You shit
 You stabbed me in the back
 "dear jack I hate you. love, diane"
 "dear jack I hate you. love, diane"
 "dear jack I hate you"
 I said yeah yeah yeah waouh.
 Clean up my mess x4