Skydive

[Verse 1: CASISDEAD]

Sat on the second step

The sun's setting, seconds left

Best laid plan, second guessed

Scars from fights, I came off second best

Success ain't all the shit you own

I'll admit now the posturing was for show

When you're young you're immortal, time moves slow

I was in the moment, blinked, and I was old

The years that I was owed, stolen

As a result it made me cold

Stumble inside to sip on something cold

Yeah this dope's really fucking up my throat

Ran out of beer, I'm on liqueur

It's nearly done as well, I hope they find a cure, soon

I was supposed to go on tour

I might have to cork the Château Latour

I knew the end was due

I watched shit get diluted and devalued

Now they call you an artist even if all you do is talk shit on beat or cry in autotune

It's disrespectful to the gods we've lost

We're raising kids that won't know what music was

Out the NS-10's I hear Freddie's voice begging the radio not to become background noise

[Chorus: Neil Tennant]

I used to think I'd got it made

Now I start to feel afraid

Playing back some old cassettes

Crying doves and red Corvettes

The promises you made me keep

I hear them as I fall asleep

I used to think I'd be okay

Now watch me as I fade away

[Verse 2: CASISDEAD]

Playing these old cassettes

Red Barchettas and red Corvettes

Been off the stuff a sec I've got the sweats

Unread texts and ends of cigarettes

Flick through the papers I'm perplexed

Wondering what could possibly happen next

Got the results of my test, was not impressed

Consequences of some sket I pressed

The shorthand approaching ten

As I approach the end I think of Ren

It's an understatement saying I miss my friend

I'd hoped I'd get to meet his sons as men

But with the odds against me once again

Can only hope that this note reaches them

In Mello we lost a legend, we lost a king

And so we carved his name into our skin

Clocked my reflection, it was grim

Had me thinking when did I get this thin

All sunk in, reality sinking in

Bare Oramorph bottles lining the bin

I know he's with us all the time

Guide through a mind as messed up as mine

I pray he don't think any less of me now

When he looks down and sees me breaking down

[Chorus: Neil Tennant]

I used to think I'd got it made

Now I start to feel afraid

Playing back some old cassettes

Crying doves and red Corvettes

I always try to keep you safe

To see you smile and not feel fake

I used to think I played the game

Now I have to take the blame