Getting Killed
My love takes a long time
Longer than a lover can survive
Morning walk me out of here with no shoes on
And one foot doesn’t want to stay alive
I, I can’t even hear myself talk
I’m trying to talk over everybody in the world
I, I can’t even taste my own tears
They fall into an even sadder bastard’s eyes
Yeah, I’m a TV on the road
Yeah, I am getting up to leave
Yeah, I am taking off my pants
I’m getting out of this gumball machine
I’m getting killed by a pretty good life
Getting killed by a pretty good life
I have been fucking destroyed by this city tonight
I’m getting killed by a pretty good life
