So this is it.
This will be the last song.
That I write.
I've finally run out of things to say.
And rewrote these sad songs.
About 400 different ways.
Sleep away the afternoon.
Dream of cities on the sea.
You can go.
Just take me with you.
Say goodnight, suicide.
I'll see you in the morning.
If I get up on time.
Say goodnight, suicide.
I'll see you in the morning.
A little after nine.
4 am.
Awake again.
Feeling unkempt and underslept.
It's hard to get a good night's rest.
This pile of bones beneath my bed.
All the skeletons that wouldn't fit in my closet.
Sleep away the afternoon.
Dream of cities on the sea.
You can go.
Just take me with you.
Say goodnight, suicide.
I'll see you in the morning.
If I get up on time.
Say goodnight, suicide.
I'll see you in the morning.
If I get up on time.
Say goodnight, suicide.
I'll see you in the morning.
If I get up on time.
Say goodnight, suicide.
I'll see you in the morning.
If I get up on time.
So one last time, Goodnight.
So one last time, Goodnight.
I'll say goodnight. (i'll see you in the morning.)
I'll say goodnight. (i'll see you in the morning.)