Dying

Well, I always see myself dying
A void that I can't bring myself back from the edge of
Lying alone in my apartment
Waiting to be found

Imagining a car crash (car crash)
But it'll probably be a heart attack, and
Sometimes I wish that I could shoot up
And slowly disappear

I see myself fading out
Crushing disappointment of how
I've wasted a quarter of a century
Worried about how much time I've been wasting

Imagine something greater than just
Being a waiter or a failure, and how
Everyone since I was three
Has expected only the best of me

(Whoa-oh) stop me if you think I'm all wrong
(Whoa-oh) stay here, if you could, just lie to me through the night
(Whoa-oh) tell me I'm not doing it wrong
(Whoa-oh) even when I'm not doing anything right

And I am the child
That's thrown in the deep end, and I can't swim
And I am a liar
That is hanging on every word you lament

And I think I'm a coward
I wasted a year in your embrace
I'll stick my head in a microwave
To try to rid myself of the taste