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