i wanna die a lot quicker than that, if it's my only way out

this song has been running through my head all day:

Life is a gift like fresh cut roses
Cut from the branch and brought inside
It’s a slow contradiction that’s beauty in a vase
When the chords are cut, it’s when we start to die


Lately death and life get so confusing
I can’t tell the difference here tonight
Lately every breath feels like I’m kissing death
And when time is dead I cease to be alive


If you hide yourself, deep inside, deep inside
In time you’ve got nothing left to hide
There’s nothing left inside
Tonight, honey I’m going to break your heart
Mine was broken was broken from the start, broken from the start


Choice is the only thing we’re given
For one will live, another dies
One road says hello, the others says goodbye
And the roads that you don’t choose begin to die


If you hide yourself, deep inside
Deep inside
In time you’ve got nothing left to hide
It dries up inside
Tonight, honey, I’m going to break your heart
Mine was broken was broken from the start, broken from the start


They won’t pay a cent to hear you laughing
They might pay a little to hear you cry
If you do it long enough, they might even pay attention
But they still won’t pay respect until you die


If you hide yourself, deep inside
Deep inside
In time you’ve got nothing left to hide
It’s all dead inside
Tonight, honey, I’m going to break your heart
Mine was broken was broken from the start, broken from the start


yay more jon foreman...
just have
'I could try and point the finger, But the glass points in my direction, Sure you’ve got your sharp edges, But my wounds are from my own reflection, You’ve got nothing I could ever hold against you, I got fatal flaws to call my own...'
running through my mind...




and one of my favorites:

It takes a long time to kill a man
Fifty-five years at least
Until he breaks down
Starts to look underground
To go off and get him some peace


I want to die a lot quicker than that
If my it’s my only way out
I’ve been counting up the costs
Getting up on that cross
I want to know what this all about

Father Time,
Steals our days,
Like a thief.
There’s no price that I wouldn’t pay,
To get some relief
I’ve become an empty shell,
Of a man I don’t like so well
I am a living, breathing hell,
Come on and resurrect me


I tried to drown the pain with a friend of mine
It didn’t seem to help
Ah she’s got a pretty face
With her wedding lace
But I’m still waking up with myself


I know what it means to choke it down
Up, down till your legs get weak
I know what it’s like on a Saturday night
To be alone on a crowded street


Father Time,
Steals our days,
Like a thief.
There’s no price that I haven’t paid,
To get some relief
I’ve become a shell of a man,
I can’t begin to even understand,
Have I forgotten who I am?
Come on and resurrect me


Resurrect me
Come on and resurrect me