(FrantzMcGee)

Trees on the hills, the sun in the sky

The wind at the back is turning my head

Coins in the pool, the check's in the mail

I'd laugh if I could, but I'm already dead

The Word's on my lips but my joke is too old

I hear a deafening roar from under my bed

I lost that feeling in my room

In that mess, in that mess

You should clean that knife off when

you're through

And wipe that blood off of your dress

Lights in the dark, lights in my mind

The funny thing is I'm enjoying the pain

The fault of the world, the fault of my own

The fault of the one who started this game

Not funny to live, not funny to die

Not funny to have this horrible stain

I lost that feeling in my room

In that mess, in that mess

You should clean that knife off when

you're through

And wipe that blood off of your dress

Never thought I'd love

Never thought I'd die

Never thought because of you I'd ever cry

Never thought I'd live

Never thought I'd try

Never thought I'd see myself

In a graying blue and white sky