Sta.sh
There are suicide nets
Strung up under the catwalks
For you, my love.
There's an electric fence
On this hotel room balcony
And paper knives and forks
Instead of silver cutlery
For you, my love.
I bought you something
Clean and new -
A self-help book and some laceless shoes
For you, my love.
I keep your medication in a locked drawer;
I know you're done, you're through,
I know exactly what you're looking for.
I mean, I can't really blame you,
Even if I can't wake up, look at the sky,
And want nothing more than to lie back down and die.
And, I mean,
Maybe I'm selfish, keeping you alive,
Maybe I'm weak and I need you around.
And maybe I'm asking you to please stick around,
If only
For me, my love.
'Cause maybe if you
Fall through those suicide nets,
Maybe if you
Wrap your fingers through that electric fence,
Maybe if you
Paper-cut your insides on those paper forks and knives,
Maybe if you
Pick that lock and swallow those pills,
Then maybe I'll be alone
And someone else will come along
And hold me close and ask me why
I can wake up and look at the sky
And want nothing more than to lie back down and die.
And I'll promise them I'll stay alive
If they say,
For me, my love.
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