There's certain things I ask of all my friends You've not got them A standard of respect I can't pretend That it's there, and Well you've made choices that I would never do And I can't wait to get the hell away from you One day I figured out I have a choice Not to be here There's more to me than laughing at your jokes You can't see it And I've made choices And our time here is through And I can't wait to get the hell away from you And in all of this time I'd forgot my sense of pride And once in a while I'll answer the phone But it tends to remind me that I'm the same old person I was then I'm no different I'm slightly lighter, lacking my gangrene limb Are you bitter? Of all my choices I'd rank this one or two And I can't wait to get the hell away from you Yeah I can't wait to get the hell away from you Yeah I'm so glad that I'm so far away from you