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My head is pounding, I can't stop the pounding |
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I think it is going to explode |
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And kill everybody who's in close proximity |
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To the place I call my home |
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And they'll make a moving made for tv movie |
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For lifetime all about my life |
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That ends with an epitaph, one that will make you laugh |
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That says "great mom, okay wife" |
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And it'll be funny to the people who know me |
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Who know if my body's not burned |
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My soul will spend an eternity in misery |
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Tethered and bound to this earth |
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So I'm not a dick or a stick in the mud |
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Always ruining things for my friends |
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I mustn't forget when I see the sun set |
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That tomorrow it will rise again |
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So I tattoo instructions on my ass |
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That say "don't ever put this body in a casket |
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Burn it and put the ashes in a basket |
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And throw them in the puget sound" |
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I don't ever want to be underground |
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Oh no, oh no |
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I'm wearing size thirteen basketball shoes |
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And lavender fishnets, I'm freaked out and fucked up |
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And I'm standing alone in an alley with you |
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Wanting to show you a cure for your hiccups |
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But instead I close my eyes |
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The needles are numbered so I'm writing you letters |
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And I cannot disguise |
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The fact that I'm nervous when we are together |
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And so I fantasize |
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That the nights'll get shorter and the days will get better |
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I feel a kick inside, inside |
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If this is a girl, I'm naming her heather |
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She'll look just like you, but her hair will be feathered |
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She'll say how you died before you ever met her |
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Her hair will be feathered |
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My head is pounding, I can't stop the pounding |
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I think it is going to explode |
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There are plus and minuses to sinusitis |
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Like sometimes I get to go home |
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But mostly it hurts so bad I think I'm dying |
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I just blew my nose and now I feel like crying |
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And the dreams I have are all of my past lives |
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And the seizures would paralyse me in the night |
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And I'd wake up clutching my teddy bear tight |
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And I'm drooling and trying to turn on the light |
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All I can do is hold fast and sit tight |
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But what if they forget? cause you know they just might |
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So I tattoo instructions on my ass |
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That say don't ever put this body in a casket |
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Burn it and put the ashes in a basket |
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And throw them in the puget sound |
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I don't ever want to be underground |
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Oh no, oh no |
