Been writing songs about death so long that I wish I could just go numb
Didn't think of funeral processions and the way they f*ck the traffic up
Another call in the dark that takes the air out of my broken lungs
Been writing songs about death too long
I need to stop
Vacated bodies gracefully collapsed and it never stops adding up
My skin too thin for anything, oh I know I make myself hard to love
These small memorials that I hold nightly out in front of everyone
I sing them songs about death, and they sing along
It's gotta stop