I've been thinking
That this is not your place
Every weekend
I see your face
My mind is wasted
I'm in such a rush
My brain is vacant
I am out of touch
I'll see it through
I'll be the death of you
There's an angel on my shoulder
Who wants you gone too
I can see the end
It's closer now my friend
You'll be gone
I feel stupid
I feel kind of dumb
Never lucid
As the rule of thumb
My mind treads lightly
On your wretched ribs
Ever so slightly
This is where it ends
I'll see it through
I'll be the death of you
There's an angel on my shoulder
Who wants you gone too
I can see the end
It's closer now my friend
You'll be gone