Pull the plug in September I don't want to die in June
I'd like to start planning my funeral I've got work to do
Pull the plug, make it painless I don't want a violent end
Don't say that you'll always love me
'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you over and over again
* Doomsday is close at hand I'll book the marching band To play as you speak
I'll feel like throwing up You'll sit and stare like A goddamn machine
I'd like to plan out my part in this But you're such a narcissist
You'll probably do it next week I don't get a choice in the matter
Why would I? It's only the death of me Only the death of me
Pull the plug but be careful I don't wanna die too soon
I think there's good in you somewhere I'll hang on 'til the chaos is through
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The death of me was so quiet No friends and family allowed Only my murderer, you
And the priest who told you to go to hell And the funny thing is I would've married you
If you'd have stuck around I feel more free than I have in years Six feet in the ground
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