HOPE WILL KILL YOU
About the plan to end it all
I label my things for whom they're for
I clean up the plates and I sweep the floor
Leaving the room as it was before
I pack up my car for ease of use
I make the bed and throw out the food
I pluck my guitar and say my goodbyes
Unplug my keyboard so it don't get fried
A bag for my buddy, a laptop inside
A song for my honey, and books to get by
A desk for my brother, with all that he needs
Recording of my singing for those who might miss me
I've left a collection of nothing for you
Its not the perspective of a healthy dude
Half finished songs with no particular views
From half the man, the man you once knew
A folder of nothing all too contrived
A song about money, I never could surprise
A small step for man
A leap for my pride
Ive reached the end of
My reasons to lie
I woke my self up
To end it tonight
This place is too perfect
It might be the time
A small step for man
The leap of a lifetime
A small step for man
The leap of my lifetime