Lyric So Low

Hello, meet my problems
I only miss you when I m with you
I gotta fly car to jet around town
Gone sour to the bone
Gone bad to the marrow
Financial situation s depleted
Guess a slap in the face is what I really needed
From a strong hand to make me a man
What more could I ask?
What more could I stand?
I m so low that I wish I was dead
With a knife in my chest and a bullet in my head
I m so low that I wish I was dead
Must I go on?
Sold all my friends today
I m so low that I wish I was dead
Gave everything away
Now I m bound only by twine and thread
Just give me time
Don t give me time to miss you
Just give me time
Don t give me time to miss you
On a short leash yet she was eathbound
So I threw her in the lost and found
Now she s scaring me
A fine charity
With a pink trombone and a tuning key
So just ignore the footprints
And just ignore the sand
My epitaph stands before me
So wear your ego to the funeral of a frightened man
Saw her standing in the doorway
Fade away
And I believe in it
If I were dead
If I were dead
If I were dead she wouldn t love me anymore