Suicide by Pigs

Ive considered suicide by police
I'd do it myself but I'm far too angry

That's the way these things gotta be,
For now

But When that day comes you'll know
Because you'll become a widow

Organizing all those things that you disliked about me
And I Hope piece by piece
That it finds you no peace at all

Never had a smile
that lit up every room that i came into
All those intentions were self serving
If my eulogy reads like a scene from some bad Hollywood movie
It would Seem that none of you knew me

How much of this time's been wasted?
Singing these rhymes you hated
Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth
So we spend our nights getting wasted
Line after line with numb faces
Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you

Beneath some rubble
Buried in a modern concrete tomb
With western comforts
They will find the remains of our youth

In a vans shoe box
They'll Uncover Letters and mix tapes
Left a trail of breadcrumbs
That will never lead to any place

I've considered suicide by police
Would try it myself but my finger's missing
So i guess I'll stare at a wall And scream
For now

Heartbroken defeated for no particular reason
Quit asking If I'm ok
On the day I die
It will be self explanatory
There won't be a letter for you
Life was just Painfully boring

How much of this time's been wasted?
Singing these rhymes you hated
Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth
So we spend our nights getting wasted
Line after line with numb faces
Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you