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