if this were my last day on earth, i wouldn't cry
if you tried to sell me another year or two, i wouldn't buy
there's something dark, ugly but beautiful
crawling underneath my skin
not every black thread sews something suitable
so tell me how you know so much about somewhere you've never been
picture frame, picture perfect
picture all you've ever wanted
and since you refuse to picture ghosts, does that make you safer,
or more likely to be haunted?
i've come a long way, traveled so far, searching out this meeting of the minds
but if eyes are the windows to the soul, well you've drawn the blinds
if this were my last day on earth, i wouldn't cry
classic take on an old modern wake to say goodbye
simply charmed, a little dangerous
never too alive in the morning
we came unarmed, but there was change for us
awoke in all this broken, not as sudden as you say
so wear my sweater
and die by your own hand
you swore you could do so much better
so there, now's your chance
i thought i was contributing to some sort of dialogue, but now i can see
i'm just part of the noise & insanity, and i love the way this feels but get off me
the final play is just the last of the drafts for you brooklyn boys and your box of crafts
the breakfasts you made were the best of the best, love cardiac snap crack'll open my chest
watch me writhe & twist & shout
duck as pandora flies out
if this were my last day on earth, i wouldn't cry
if you tried to sell me another year or two, i wouldn't buy
