I'm Dying, Man - Farce

Hang my window with the blanket I slept in

For the last two weeks

I fill my pockets with the stones you threw me last week

They’re mine to give away now, they’re mine to keep

Everything is easy for me now

Nothing seems to be out of reach now

Everything is easy for me now

I wish that you could see that everything is easy for me

I should have said so much less

Anytime we spoke

I should have known that something in you broke the minute

You realized I wasn’t gonna

Sit here and listen to you talk about yourself all night

I’m not gonna

Sit here and listen to you talk about yourself all night

Everything is easy for me now

Nothing seems to be out of reach now

Everything is easy for me now

I wish that you could see that everything is easy for me

Be easy on me

This is hard on me