27 - The Howl & The Hum

You said it’s not you, it’s me

With a revolver in my teeth

But you turned away instead

Threw the gun upon the bed

And we left in separate cars

You told me to pretend

I could taste life on the air

Despite the absence of an end

When you’re lying in your deathbed

I hope I appear in your head

Baby, I’ll be dead by then

I burned out at 27

Oh you should have killed me

It lingers like a dream

It lingers like a dream

All my well-thought through retorts

All my last laugh movie scenes

Just one thing before I go

One more thing before I leave

Failed assassin, you should know

One more trick inside my sleeve

When you’re lying in your deathbed

I hope I appear in your head

Baby, I’ll be dead by then

I burned out at 27

After years of drink and dance

And wild well-publicised romances

Oh, you should have killed me

When you had the chance

You really should have killed me when you had the chance

My heart is still beating

But it feels like an elevator trapped between floors

My lungs are still breathing

Like the airbags in the crashing of an empty car

And you’ll live to see your name

Published in my scathing memoirs

And you’ll live to rue the failure

Of not crushing all of my heart

Why don’t you come back and finish off the job?