Suicide is in my blood,
it always was
And it doesn't evaporate in the light anymore
And this world is no place for a mind or a thought
No it's not,
what's been said before
Space in the woods,
still know who I am
And I know
they don't owe me anything Not after all I've done
Put on my radiation suit and slip away
I'm on the run from what I've become
And this life like suicide picks up a whole lot of different speech
And I know they don't owe me anything Not after all I've done
Late on a Monday night, I'm on the
grapevine Beating around the bush,
after the bass
I'm thinking about the time when I
was dancing slow and out of control
Why aren't your heart so sick when you think about me?
I'm gonna cry cause I,
I don't care Why aren't your heart so sick when you think
about me?
I'm gonna cry cause I, I've done nothing
Nothing,
well it's the gift of anything Like
how I don't stop you breaking my arms
And chopping me,
chopping me down So I fit in your last one
I've done nothing