Fake My Death

If asked out on a date

I will hesitate

When I would like to run screaming for the hills

I have a job that I hate

I need to escape

But I am stuck here ‘till the end of time

So I will fake my death

Yes I must fake my death

Goodbye

Neighbors want to get together

I want to scream never

but those bastards know where I live

And my timid tongue

It won’t come undone

I keep it sharpened in its case

I am not so bold

The truth goes untold

Is that my mother on the phone?

So I will fake my death

Yes I must fake my death

From the cemetery

A corpse I will unbury

& I will watch that candle burn

They will find my car

not so very far

from the bar they all saw me leave

Don your black veils

Hear the sobs and wails

As the final act begins

You drove me to it

You made me do it

Goodbye

you wretched fools

Goodbye

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