Jazz piano. Smoke rises up from the ceiling
The floor is on fire but its not the pain im feeling
I button my shirt in the morning. today im feeling like a windsor knot
I get to work at my desk. my co workers smile. my boss waves at me
I'm f***ing dead. im crying. i lift my head. im feeling fine. im on the edge
Im trying to be someone that I could never be
I bought a car. a Lincoln. Everybody was impressed by the price
I'm getting proud of my appearance. I even shaved and cut my hair
I'm looking at apartments. I quit smoking to reclaim my health
And everything is perfect. nothings broken. So why do i want to kill myself?
I'm f***ing dead. im crying. i lift my head. im feeling fine
Im on the edge. im trying to be someone that I could never be
I'll quit my f***ing job. I'll kill the great guy that i was pretending to be
Before i'm out the door you Wait and see. My position'll be list on indeed
They'll hire some a**hole who was pretending just like me