[Chorus]
I was wide awake last night casting sticks and stones by the candlelight
While the youth grow wild on the long ride home
Won't you tell me where the bedbugs go
All the days turn tired they fall behind me
I'll run away quiet where the beasts won't find me
As time she flies and does death approach
I'm down to the wire, the knife to my throat
Si c'est comme ça que je meurs, c'est apropos

[Verse]
Don't you cravе a little bit more?
But by the timе the party ends
We're all choked up on metaphors

Don't we need a little bit less
But by the time we're dead it's a guessing game at best
It's a guessing game at best
Au mieux un jeu de devinettes

Left picking up the pieces
There's no need to be facetious
Keep it under wraps and overdressed

Lest my cool be blown
Lest my cool be blown

Until the day I die that's how I'll go

[Chorus]
I was wide awake last night casting sticks and stones by the candlelight
While the youth grow wild on the long ride home
Won't you tell me where the bedbugs go
All the days turn tired they fall behind me
I'll run away quiet where the beasts won't find me
As time she flies and does death approach
I'm down to the wire, the knife to my throat
Si c'est comme ça que je meurs, c'est apropos

[Verse]
I never have quite been a scholar or a sinner since
I slit wrist with religious ambition
Whereas my decisions are principle
Faults and derivables
Call back
Lorem Ipsum
With the knicks in the cookie tin
Gibberish gin and a malt liquor finishing
Better salt lick and the truth she's a bitter twin
Can't recall bickering
Lens pretty pink, punch drunks
That's glass rose tinting things
The gall is all we have left in the midst of swings
I'm used to falling flat back cling to that I know
A bad habitat clicks that's a matter of fact
A pavement splatter or a gas attack (Apropos)
Not a wise crack I hypothesize that
Both of you and I lack tact or prose
Bet it's a pastime fantasize a past life aching
Back when her face was the lock screen of my phone
Back when her face was the lock screen of my phone

[Chorus]
I was wide awake last night casting sticks and stones by the candlelight
While the youth grow wild on the long ride home
Won't you tell me where the bedbugs go
All the days turn tired they fall behind me
I'll run away quiet where the beasts won't find me
As time she flies and does death approach
I'm down to the wire, the knife to my throat
Si c'est comme ça que je meurs, c'est apropos

[Untranscribed French Bridge]

[Chorus]
I was wide awake last night casting sticks and stones by the candlelight
While the youth grow wild on the long ride home
Won't you tell me where the bedbugs go
All the days turn tired they fall behind me
I'll run away quiet where the beasts won't find me
As time she flies and does death approach
I'm down to the wire, the knife to my throat
Si c'est comme ça que je meurs, c'est apropos