What a Shame

I'm in a box above the sky
Over mountains, rivers, and potted plants
And I imagined jumping and it didn't feel bad
When I drive my car I imagine the crash
How would it feel, would I last?

I wanted to sing these words for so long
Put them in a poem and play this song
But how it'd kill my mother to think she did me wrong
Don't you worry it's just a song

I'm in a 7-Eleven by the detergent and first-aid kits
I see a man walk in and think
He could be the one to end all this
He could hold my life in his hands and choose it's had enough
Would he know that I never have fallen in love?

If I went today
I'd have a laundry list of things I'm too afraid to say
I'd take them with me to by brand new grave
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame

Well it's a dark place to stand
Dreaming of death and holding it's hand
I'm six years old again
In a princess dress my mother made
Running through a backyard maze
Getting that white dress all grass-stained
When I fall I get back up
When I'm hurtin', I cry it away
When did it get so hard to say what I want to say

When I meet the end
Sooner or later, it'll come I'm sure of it
Watch the credits on my young life
Did I live like I could never die?
Waiting for a better time
Waiting for a different life
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame