So Low
Hello, meet my problems
I only miss you when I'm with you
Got a fly car, to jet around town
Gone sour to the bone, gone bad to the marrow
Financial situation's depleted
Guess a slap in the face is what I really needed
From a strong hand, to make me a man
What more could I ask? What more could I stand?
'Cause I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
I sold all my friends today
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
I gave everything away
Now I'm bound only by twine and thread
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
On a short leash, yet she was earthbound
So I threw her in the lost and found
Now she's scaring me; I find charity
With a pink trombone and a tuning key
So just ignore my footprints
And just ignore the sand
My epitaph stands before me
So wear your ego to the funeral of a frightened man
'Cause I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Saw her standing in the doorway, and fade away
And I believe in it
If I were dead, if I were dead
If I were dead, she wouldn't love me anymore
Well, I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
I only miss you when I'm with you
Got a fly car, to jet around town
Gone sour to the bone, gone bad to the marrow
Financial situation's depleted
Guess a slap in the face is what I really needed
From a strong hand, to make me a man
What more could I ask? What more could I stand?
'Cause I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
I sold all my friends today
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
I gave everything away
Now I'm bound only by twine and thread
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
On a short leash, yet she was earthbound
So I threw her in the lost and found
Now she's scaring me; I find charity
With a pink trombone and a tuning key
So just ignore my footprints
And just ignore the sand
My epitaph stands before me
So wear your ego to the funeral of a frightened man
'Cause I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Saw her standing in the doorway, and fade away
And I believe in it
If I were dead, if I were dead
If I were dead, she wouldn't love me anymore
Well, I'm so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest, and a bullet through my head
I'm so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don't give me time to miss you
Credits
Writer(s): Matt Mahaffey
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