supernovice

Wait.
Why'd you throw out your bouquet?
Now I think about you every day
And I'm alone now in my bed.

And there's a lake...
And at the bottom you'll find all our friends.
They don't swim cause they're all dead.
We never are what we intend--or invent.

'Cause I make little lives and then I pull them apart.
Think something dark's living down in my heart.

And if I wanted to die before I got old,
I should've started some years ago digging that hole.

Well, I'll carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I'll let you fade away.
I'd hope that you would do this for me.
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away.
I'd hope that you would do this for me.

A deer
That a hunter shot in the heart
And some dogs that got hit by cars
All came to spill their guts.
And we spoke
About the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
And which songs we had loved the most.
And then we all turned to dirt and dust...

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold.
Some die looking for a hand to hold.

Well, I'll carry this box to it's proper place
And when I lower it down
I'll let you fade away.
I hope that you would do this for me.
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away.
I hope that you would do this for me.

I stole bricks from the dam almost every day.
Now I'm drowning in the flood I made.
Well, explain myself to me on the other side.
I'm gonna want some answers when I die.