No Time For Old Bones

For my ailing bones

Pack your bags and leave for another home

See, every day spent lying is fuel for my scapegoat

And we need to let go

My memory's a bitch

Can't remember the last thing I did

It goes on and on and on

Tie the noose

I've got my neck tied tight on a 6 foot rope

But it's a 7 foot drop and the suicide note

Is just a false apology stitched to my turncoat

My memory's a bitch