Swan Song

You were gonna let me go

No guts to tell me yourself

Go ahead and rub my nose in it

You can't fire me because I quit

You make me feel invisible

Well, surely you see me now

Stretched out on the floor of your house

Foaming at the mouth

With a needle in my arm

Next to a smoking gun

And an empty razor case

And a note that says :

Dear jack I hate you. love, Diane

Dear jack I hate you. love, Diane

Dear jack I hate you

I said yeah yeah yeah whoa.

The neighborhood is gonna watch me

As I create the great finale

A perfect swan dive out the window

Crash the car off the road

You're not gonna miss me

But you're gonna remember my body

Crumpled in a heap in the middle of your street.

Clean up your mess

Clean up your mess

Clean up your mess

Clean up your mess

Finally you're carrying me

Over the threshold try to revive me

With a cold compress but it's too late

I guess your best just isn't good enough

When every warm embrace

It was a selfish act

And every smiling face

It was a trap

You shit

You stabbed me in the back

Dear jack I hate you. love, Diane

Dear jack I hate you. love, Diane

Dear jack I hate you

I said yeah yeah yeah whoa.

Clean up my mess

Clean up my mess

Clean up my mess

Clean up my mess