Should I be selfish and hold up the morning commute?
Place my neck over the rails just past a tunnel
So they won't see me waiting and the trains will play
Football with my head

Or should I relive those teenage bathroom moments
Except I'll cut down the street not across the lane
And run the bath real fucking hot to keep the veins
Gushing and gushing and gushing

No, I think I like the look of a simple length of rope
Send a letter in the mail so that I won't be left to rot
There will be no mess to clean and no more delays, just
A soft creaking, swaying

And they'll say he died a cowards death, taking his own life like that
But I'll know in my final moments, that it was the bravest thing I ever did