Not Tonight

Hurts so bad that you know it's not sinning
The funny thing is it's just beginning
To feel good

And downstairs all your friends are waiting
They're talking low and filling their stories
With angels

And they imagine intervening
In true crime photos and placing meaning
Within them

From blue to red to black-and-white
Don't look too long, you'll be up all night
Among them

The sudden dead, and the last thing he said
Was "You should have been here before the camera arrived
Maybe I wouldn't have to die

But just live out this long life jangling
And as old men you could watch my hand dangling
Cold and white."

Baby, don't worry tonight
I know it's too ugly to hold yourself upright

So just fill a clean glass, cold and smooth
Take the reds, then take the blues
Away, you can hear a voice that's singing

"Angels could come but you wouldn't believe them
And those that believe still can't see them
Anyway."

And the suicide slides out of his skin
And he climbs inside of the bed that you're in
And touches your face

He says "what a right had I to die
When all these little cells just tried to keep me alive?
What a right had I to leave the human race behind?

Then do you really think you're better
With your shotgun and your suicide letter?
Do you think you're right?

Well babe, don't worry tonight
I know it's too ugly to hold yourself upright
There's a light from the front room
As it's filling with all of your friends
It doesn't get much better than this
And then it ends."

And then it ends
It doesn't get much better than this
And then it ends