life is a record
and it's fucked up when you switch to side b
so, at least, choose the final track carefully
your legacy won't amount to anything at all
a certificate at the city hall
a bunch of songs you chose for your funeral
i was angry i was sad
i was bitter i was glad
i was sick i was ok
there's nothing else i can be
there's nothing else i can say
in limbo, gentle and soft
into the warmth of the bed
let's wait till our pills wear off
that's how it's gonna end.