Not Tonight

Hurts so bad that you know it's not sinning The funny thing is it's just beginning To feel good And downstairs all your friends are waiting They're talking low and filling their stories With angels And they imagine intervening In true crime photos and placing meaning Within them From blue to red to black-and-white Don't look too long, you'll be up all night Among them The sudden dead, and the last thing he said Was "You should have been here before the camera arrived Maybe I wouldn't have to die But just live out this long life jangling And as old men you could watch my hand dangling Cold and white." Baby, don't worry tonight I know it's too ugly to hold yourself upright So just fill a clean glass, cold and smooth Take the reds, then take the blues Away, you can hear a voice that's singing "Angels could come but you wouldn't believe them And those that believe still can't see them Anyway." And the suicide slides out of his skin And he climbs inside of the bed that you're in And touches your face He says "what a right had I to die When all these little cells just tried to keep me alive? What a right had I to leave the human race behind? Then do you really think you're better With your shotgun and your suicide letter? Do you think you're right? Well babe, don't worry tonight I know it's too ugly to hold yourself upright There's a light from the front room As it's filling with all of your friends It doesn't get much better than this And then it ends." And then it ends It doesn't get much better than this And then it ends