Succumb to my hilarity
Sad sights and lack of solidarity
Wondering how and never reaching clarity
Seeing people live to thirty in my mind is a rarity

That's fine I like being rare
I want to live to thirty just to see if I'll care
Have a few kids and teach them how to share
Watching them on the playground
And see their jeans tear
They'll grow up and ding-ding-ditch on a dare

Succumb to my art
Pouring out my heart

Cutting my wrists to paint on war
Setting a bad example by robbing a store
Get a little money and use it to feed the poor
Get looked down upon and your heart is tore

I hate myself and I break the mirror
Driving home at 80 and hitting a deer
Eyes closed, hands up, refusing to steer
Weaving on the road without any beer

I love you all
There's a note in my pocket
I love you all
Arms pulled out of socket
I love you all
Staring at the locket
I love you all
Thinking about a rocket

Clock me out
I'm tired of working
I hate the glare off your watch
Can't see, pupils are tight
Keep breathing, don't cry
Edge off the bridge
I'm fine
Legs dangling over water
Blindfold on

Wind from the city
Tired of sitting
Leaping off to sunset
Love in my heart
Heart in the water
Water in my lungs