About the End

I'm just a corpse on a cruise.

A little itch for your nails to amuse.

And I wont refuse.

I'm just a black hole to fun,

Well, there's too much work to be done, my love,

But will you stay or come?

Cos I cant stop thinking about the end.

No, I can't stop thinking about the end.

I'm just a cloud in your sun.

You're on your beach saying I'm done,

My love, the heat will come again.

But I cant stop thinking about the end.

Well, this is my life, and I want to feel it again.

When I woke up today the air was warm and I felt OK in my head.

Didn't feel too rough today, the lights were on and I felt ok in my bed.

Gimme 20 I just need some time again,

I'm in all over my head.