Bleeding from the lips that you kiss
I fired a gun at my head but sadly I missed
I was too busy trying to extinguish your fire
This is my emergency: situation dire
I'm dying to occupy a corner of your mind
Preferably a dank corner you can't find
Because belligerent posturing just doesn't work
I'm looking for the place where the bad thoughts lurk
I'm feverishly burning up with self-denial
Because I find my indecisive cowardice so vile
And I'm scratching out my eyeballs
And I'm tearing out my hair
My back might not be against the wall
But mentally I'm there
And if this time I make it over the edge
I know the crowds will be here
To try to talk me off my window-ledge
If you love me
Break my neck