The Subtle Art Of The Breakup Song

(Talking)

You know you look like an angel

When you're sleeping, right?

Come on, wake up girl

I know you're not going to spend

Your whole birthday in the shower

I'm gonna go pack up the car

Looks like it's gonna rain

C'mon, don't worry about it

(Verse 1)

It's only sprinkling, I tell her

Nothing is wrong

And we playing the license plate game

And I'm lovin what she keep doin to my inner thigh

Rockin' the diamond earrings I gave her

She's smilin', looking angelic

All her friends secretly hate her beauty

She know she got it,

Got me where she want me, all erotic

Next to her hand,

The k is burning a whole in my pocket

I pull it over get her a soda

I'm half-gone hit the bathroom

Stick the key in the jar to turn it back on

Look in the mirror, throw some water on my face

I'm snotty thinking of things

I'm 'bout to do to my girl's body

Ihe rain is picking up now, my eyes are kind of lazy

The sky is hazy, she's like 'you look pale'

I say she was crazy

Push the pedal to the floormat

Hydroplane corrected it fast

Then slowed down past a car crash

She put her head on my shoulder

Says she was gettin a little sleepy

Don't worry baby, we're minutes from heaven

(Recording from Suicidal Failure)

Snap out of it

Cage, snap out of it

It's just a girl

It's my world

It's just my life

(Verse 2)

I picked my face up with glass in it

Can't remember the last minute

Glovebox: my girl's face smashed in it

I called her name out but she ain't respond

Pulled her shoulder back, touched her arm

Her entire fucking face is gone

I see her breathing, I'm pleading with jesus

Leave her lifeless don't leave her like this

Reach for the birthday balloon of nitrous

I'm trying to dial for help with hands I can't feel

Stuck in the driver's seat

My broken ribs gripping the steering wheel

She squeezed my hand and let go

I should have been sittin shotty

And the rain wouldn't still

Be pouring all over that angel's body

I'm trying to crawl back

In the k-hole to get out of the car

But the k won't climb out

Of my nose and back in the jar

This isn't her I tell myself

At least she's happy

Wherever she is her soul

Is out looking at me

I pump my fist to bleed out

To catch her and let the worms play

And tell her I'm sorry

I gave her death for her birthday