Please Kill Me

It’s the kind of thing that leaves you weak

It’s the sort of news that knocks you down

When you find it difficult to speak

To the ones who love you

And you lay wide awake

Running down the list of things

You’ll never do again

It becomes impossible to shake

As it rides beside you

Calling shotgun to the end

And you say...

Please kill me

It’s the kind of thing that takes your breath

It’s the sort of news that calls you out

Telling you there’s something worse than death

It’s the thought that haunts you

As you lay wide awake

Running down the list of things

You’ll never do again

It becomes impossible to shake

As it rides beside you

Calling shotgun to the end

And you say...

Please kill me

As you lay wide awake

Running down the list of things

You’ll never do again

It becomes impossible to shake

As it rides beside you

Calling shotgun to the end

And you say...

Please kill me