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She made me smile and I felt fine
I bet she'll be so sad when I die
They might sing or they might cry
Died off that same old high

One last lie so I can lay down
Black the room out and bring me out
Get a couple tattoos on my face
So I can leave a good corpse in place

I won't feel that...

I haven't eaten and probably won't
I'd say I love you, you probably don't
We killed that life before we killed ourselves
Switchblade on my waist, pills on the top shelf

And I can feel my heart beating out my chest
Twenty milligrams, I rest my head on your chest
Still living like I am second to best
What would you whisper with your last breath?

All the way back home, I cried
Thinking 'bout how I really tried
Did you sing or did you cry?
Did you get to say all of your goodbyes?