Текст песни Sorry, My Dear - Hobo Johnson

Have you heard the story of the guy who decided not to die?
He figured living was just easier than falling really high
And if someone heard about it later, thought
Maybe that is why I'm enamored with the
Thought of seeing angels in the sky that are singing
And they're singing, saying everything's right, have you heard
There aren't, so
Maybe I will find a place to sleep
Just a comfortable place to lay my head
Please shoot me in the face, but,
But first let me smoke your
Cigarette that's laced with fucking arsenic
It makes, just
Kill me in my sleep
Smother me with pillows and kindness, which I have never seen
Please slit my perfect throat
The knife that I gave you
When I told you I loved you in my home
Stab me in the back, and twist it with the anchor
Every single time I made you mad
Have you heard
The story of the guy who decided not to die?
He figured living was just easier than falling really high
If you heard about it later
They'd say that is why I'm enamored
With the thought of seeing angels in the sky
That are singing, oh
They're saying that everything's right, have you heard?
There aren't, so
Maybe I will find a place to sleep
Or just a comfortable place to lay my head...
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
And as your brain forces you to breathe
It lets you indulge in such reluctancy
But what's more amazing than that is
That you can do it and it won't fight back
Your brain will calmly cease to breathe
If you really wanna shoot it, or smash it into things
And if I don't feel better in the next ten years, then
Then sorry, my dear
So if I don't feel better in the next ten years, then
Then sorry, my dear
I'm okay, I'm okay, I feel a little bit sick
But it feels like a cough, or a cold, or a flu
But the only medicine feels like a bullet in my chest
But have you heard
The story of the guy who decided not to die?
He figured living was just easier than falling really high
And if someone heard about it later, they'd say, yeah
That is why I'm enamored with the
Thought of seeing angels in the sky
And I know...
That you bleed my own
And if you go...
If you...