Been writing songs about death so long that I wish I could just go numb Didn't think of funeral processions and the way they fuck the traffic up Another call in the dark that takes the air out of my broken lungs Been writing songs about death too long I need to stop Vacated bodies gracefully collapsed and it never stops adding up My skin too thin for anything, oh I know I make myself hard to love These small memorials that I hold nightly out in front of everyone I sing them songs about death, and they sing along It's gotta stop