Spare Me
Richard Schmidt
I’d like to go away
I’d like to take you with me, too
Cast some sails and float away
To outer space, way pass the moon
This crummy shit's got me gunked up
Rather than sitting here in order
Stirring at a pot as we bring ourselves to boil
And we just cook until we're dead, until we're gone
Not a good look
I don't care
Spare me, please
My knees, they bleed
My heart depletes
So I‘m running out of room for a patient attitude
I bet you think I’m full of shit
I bet you think I wouldn't dare
And while you mostly might be right
I’d like to bid on the contraire
I'll throw a fit until I'm dead, until gone
Not a good look
I don't care
Spare me, please
My knees
I don't care
Spare me
I don't care
Spare me, please
My knees, they bleed
My heart depletes