Ugly Bridge

Oh damn I wish that I were dead

Sleeping somewhere else instead

Absolutely non-existant, somewhere dark and distant

Oh to be gone away from here to completely disappear

From everywhere, but how would I

Where's a person go to die?

Suppose there's always bridges

Indifferent, Cold and rigid

The Brooklyn bridge would do the trick

Fly away it would be quick

Feeling barely touched but I love that bridge so much

Cause everything's beautiful from there to see the world that way is rare

The air's so clean, the tree's so green

When I'm walking it seem peaceful even with all those people

Cars go crazy underneath it all comes as some relief

It would have to be some other bridge

Different, cold and rigid

An ugly one with no view, such a thing

I never knew

I like all bridges, indifferent, cold and rigid

There's something about them besides I want to die

And can't decide, and I've never seen an ugly bridge