Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

Lyrics for Irony of Dying on Your Birthday

Just know we are A speck in time So follow your bliss And destroy the beauty I'll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill, and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another clichéd poem About the person that I long to be I wanna die like Jim Morrison A fucking rock star I wanna die like God on the cover of time Just a blink and it's gone So baby pour some fame in my glass So kill the forest And destroy the beauty I'll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill, and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another clichéd poem About the person that I long to be Colors blind the eyes Sounds deafen the ear Flavors numb the taste Thoughts weaken the mind I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife So that I can see their pain I choose to be a serial killer 'cause The victims don't get any fame I'll lock myself alone in a room Drink until the clock strikes noon With just a pen, a pill, and some paper And maybe I will write a sad song Or another clichéd poem About the person that I long to be Just know we are a speck in time