Let the hitch sway free and never again
It could be weeks before they find me
And tell your kid to stop saying my name
Let it die in vain
I will go on my own
By my own hands
On my own terms
I will go alone
By my own hands
On my own terms
I've crutched along with road and rail
Still this loneliness prevails
Seems it's getting hard to breathe
No valour in a hospice bed
Stained sheets, the meals spoonfed
Longevity is clutching onto everything
Pull out and slip away
Elated from the body ache
Because I don't think I'll last much longer
What you said I misinterpreted
What you said I misinterpreted
And now I'm acting on those words
I'm acting on those words
So flustered and so frustrated
That's how it all escalated
Now it's getting hard to breathe, so
No valour in a hospice bed
Stained sheets, the meals spoonfed
Longevity is clutching onto everything
Pull out and slip away
Elated from the body ache
Because I don't think I'll last much longer
No valour in a hospice bed
Stained sheets, the meals spoonfed
Longevity is clutching onto everything
Pull out and slip away
Elated from the body ache
Autonomously ready to feel nothing at all
At all