So Low-self

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