Life will be the Death of MeMature

I am done with dying, it’s a monotonous stretch
of used up lies and meds
You were a different person in your dramatic phase
I need to do some living

You bought me back from the brink again
I was getting bored anyway
You don’t care about death, even with your Prozac
I won’t put you down

I am still hungover, so I’ll just say
can we just relax and stay in for today

Life will be
The death of me
Least now it’s my choice
It’s so sweet to hear your voice
Every morning

I always joked I’d be dead by age twenty seven
You never found the humour
Just kicking it, with a few hours to spare
Fuck, I we need some discipline

I am still hungover, so I’ll just say
can we relax and stay in just for today

Life will be
the death of me
Least now it’s my choice
It’s so sweet to hear your voice
Every morning

So much sadness, it didn’t do us good in the end

The End

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