Rather Have Me Dead

She sits there crying in
I sit here wondering what I did
She said you're lying again
I feel so twisted I could cave

"I think you'd rather have me dead"
Say all the voices in my head
I know you'd rather have me dead
Hit me right here next to me
To put me out my misery

She takes me out her cinnamon room
I think it's far too soon but [Jesus?] says we're too far gone
And I'd say "let's go on a break, I don't want to feel this way"
She grabs a knife and tells me poisons are her thing

and maybe tomorrow
Or someday far
We'll trip down to the station, yeah
We're on our way now
So don't you tell me you think you have wasted
All your precious time my dear
And even if I'm really addicted to silence
Well I'll come back to you, back to you, back to you
When you're freed from your ways
I come back every day

I know you'd rather have me dead.