Gun to my head

If I had to choose

Gun to my head

I'd be dead.

It's all a lie

It beats

Hammers

Hacks

Eats

Away.

When I shiver

I know I'm still here

And I cry

Or should

Often I don't

Not anymore

But I know I should

I'll say goodbye

Not today

But I'll say it.

Who'd remember

Who'd laugh

Who'd be there

A couple of people I'm sure

Half of them hating me

The other half expecting it

A tragedy

But to me it would be a joy

Rejoice!

Rejoice

Re

Joi

Ce.

I never learned how to grow up

And do the things grown ups do

It's all so...

Alien to me

So far away

Career

Money

Family

Kids

Love

I had it once

I thought

Maybe twice

Or thrice

Who's counting?

I thought I had it

But I end up in my room

Writing shitty lines

Hoping to be saved

Mustering the courage

Gun to my head

Yeah

I'd be dead.