I wanna push your lifeless body out over the railing
To the black waters of Joe Pool Lake
I want a church group to discover you floating
Out floating by a buoy so they can call the police
And they will check your dental records
They will get a positive ID on your face
And your mother will cry over crime scene photos
Her worst fears confirmed and
I will walk away

They will rule it all a suicide
And I will turn off my TV and go outside
I thought it was better but I'm gettin' worse
I'm finding my own meaning in what it feels like to suffer

I will watch you fall twenty feet or so
I'll watch the bubbles rise up from your nostrils
A pair of jet skis, completely unknowing
Will run you over and purée what's left of your skin

I wanna bury you alive
I wanna cut off all your limbs
I wanna burn all of these pictures
Wanna try and start again
I'm gonna leave this fuckin' state
I'm gonna try and keep my head down
Think more about confrontation
But I'll probably chicken out
Yeah, I'll probably chicken out
They will rule it all a suicide
And I will close my laptop and go outside
To get some air to clear my head
Sometimes I wonder if you were capable of feeling regret

I will watch you fall twenty feet or so
I'll watch you catch your breath so you trip and stumble back
Into your house, the privacy of your room
You wince in pain as you try and dress your wounds