Stare at your old favorite photographs just to come back to life
Or picture some new friends
Who do things that people like me never see
Been hiding the feeling behind the lines of a sarcastic smile
Still waiting to hear you say
«Yeah, I guess I still feel pretty small»
When you find dead birds on your walk home
Do you feel like nothing, the way I do?
Well, I would love to just sit this one out
Because I already the know the way that these things go
Running it over and over again
And you’re still trying to find a way out
And I’ve got better things to do than stay inside all day
While everybody leaves
Sinking in sweeter memories 'cause they’re all you get to keep
A slow decay in some clean, well-lighted place
And I don’t want to stay here anymore
'Cause I’m not afraid to die
I’m not afraid to die
I just want to be something for you to leave behind