A Good Reason to Grow Old

Good grief and Grace turn their backs to me
Push shovels into the cold sand
In a pulse-racing second
They gave up on their awful toil
Hell on earth and Hate turn to face me
Stuck knuckles into each of my eyes
And a drunken thumbed stranger
Prepared to the constant cry
ooooooooooo
ooooooooooo
With my head in my hands, I resolved to die alone
Now I’ve finally found a good reason to grow old
A good reason to…
Rapture and Love brought me dancing
Lit up every last every last heartbroken life
In the ecstasy of everything
The death I have wanted expired
Bitterness and Loss caught me laughing
Asked why my expression had changed
After years in such company
They’d never see the look on my face
With my head in my hands, I resolved to die alone
Now I’ve finally found a good reason to grow old
I was ready to drown in the afterlife
Not anymore
That I’ve finally found a good reason to grow old
Good reason to…
Ohhhhh
How she murders morbid thought
Ohhhhh
Plunges a knife into the suicide in my life
Ohhhhh
How she murders morbid thought
Ohhhhh
Plunges a knife into the suicide that I’ve borne
Turn your back to the afterlife
Kick dust into the eyes of them all
Turn your back to the afterlife
Climb out of your shallow hole