Some Say, Death Is The Easy Way

And I Think They're Right.

Cause Nights Tick, By Like A Long Week

Except When You Stop By.

And I Know That Tryin' Gets Nothing Done

And I See You're About Dry.

Cause Nothin' Gets You High,

You're Poor The Day You Die,

And Alcohol It Only Makes You Tired.

But Seein' You Feels Good,

And It's Always Understood.

That Anything Much Sweeter

Would Make Me Die.