Suicide by Pigs

I've considered suicide by police
I'd do it myself but i'm far too angry
That's the way these things gotta be
For now
And when that time comes you'll know because you'll become a widow
Organizing all those things that you disliked about me
And i hope piece by piece that it finds you no peace at all
Never had a smile that lit up every room that i came into
All those intentions were self-serving
If my eulogy reads like a scene from some bad hollywood movie
It would seem that none of you knew me
How much of this time's been wasted
Singing these rhymes you hated?
Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth
So we spend our nights getting wasted
Line after line with numb faces
Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you
Beneath some rubble buried in a modern concrete tomb
With western comforts they will find the remains of our youth
In a vans shoe box, they'll uncover letters and mixtapes
Left a trail of breadcrumbs that will never lead to any place
I've considered suicide by police
Would try it myself but my finger's missing
So i guess i'll stare at a wall and scream
For now
Heartbroken defeated for no particular reason, quit asking
If i'm ok on the day i die it will be self explanatory
There won't be a letter for you
Life was just fully boring
How much of this time's been wasted
Singing these rhymes you hated?
Nothing sucks out the joy of life quite like truth
So we spend our nights getting wasted
Line after line with numb faces
Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you
Turning pipe dreams into pipe bombs with you