The Pros And Cons Of Breathing

Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand,
Yeah, cause no-one will ever feel like this again,
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to,
You.

I must have dragged my guts a block,
They were gone by the time we,
(talked).

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself,
But you know that I could crush you with my voice.

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me,
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing.

I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret,
My pen is the barrel of the gun.
Remind me which side you should be on.

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.