Suicide by Pigs

I've considered suicide by police

I'd do it myself but i'm far too angry

That's the way these things gotta be

For now

And when that time comes you'll know because you'll become a widow

Organizing all those things that you disliked about me

And i hope piece by piece that it finds you no peace at all

Never had a smile that lit up every room that i came into

All those intentions were self-serving

If my eulogy reads like a scene from some bad hollywood movie

It would seem that none of you knew me

How much of this time's been wasted

Singing these rhymes you hated?

Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth

So we spend our nights getting wasted

Line after line with numb faces

Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you

Beneath some rubble buried in a modern concrete tomb

With western comforts they will find the remains of our youth

In a vans shoe box, they'll uncover letters and mixtapes

Left a trail of breadcrumbs that will never lead to any place

I've considered suicide by police

Would try it myself but my finger's missing

So i guess i'll stare at a wall and scream

For now

Heartbroken defeated for no particular reason, quit asking

If i'm ok on the day i die it will be self explanatory

There won't be a letter for you

Life was just fully boring

How much of this time's been wasted

Singing these rhymes you hated?

Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth

So we spend our nights getting wasted

Line after line with numb faces

Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you

Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you