27

You said it's not you, it's me With a revolver in my teeth But you turned away instead Threw the gun upon the bed And we left in separate cars You told me to pretend I could taste life on the air Despite the absence of an end When you're lying in your deathbed I hope I appear in your head Baby, I'll be dead by then I burned out at 27 Oh you should have killed me It lingers like a dream It lingers like a dream All my well-thought through retorts All my last laugh movie scenes Just one thing before I go [My love, mon beau] One more thing before I leave [Exit, c'est chic] Failed assassin, you should know One more trick inside my sleeve When you're lying in your deathbed I hope I appear in your head Baby, I'll be dead by then I burned out at 27 After years of drink and dance And wild well-publicised romances Oh, you should have killed me When you had the chance You really should have killed me when you had the chance My heart is still beating But it feels like an elevator trapped between floors My lungs are still breathing Like the airbags in the crashing of an empty car And you'll live to see your name Published in my scathing memoirs And you'll live to rue the failure Of not crushing all of my heart Why don't you come back and finish off the job?