I wanna die
by cricketjeff on September 26, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I wanna die on a cold Monday morning,
Not on a Friday at four,
So I can miss out on the toils that are yawning
Not on the things I adore.
I wanna die after nights filled with passion,
Not when she’s gonna say yes.
A beautiful death may be all of the fashion
But I wanna die in a mess.
I wanna die when I’m tired of living,
Nothing left I wanna do.
Don’t wanna die when the gifts I’m still giving
Could bring me closer to you.
I wanna die when the Sun has forgotten,
Days should be golden and light.
Don’t wanna live if the weather’s all rotten
The Moon doesn’t shine through the night.
I wanna die after living forever
Filling the years up with fun,
Not when the auguries think it is clever
To sacrifice my number one.
I wanna die when my friends are contented,
Not when there’s things I could do.
I’ll still wanna live if I could be cemented
Into a place nearer you.
I wanna die when it’s not cricket season
Can’t hear a bat on a ball.
I don’t want to stop when I still have a reason
Cursing the luck of them all.
I wanna die when I’ve finished my business
Not in the midst of a deal,
I wanna die when I’m flat out of fizzness
Not when the prospects are real.
I wanna die, no I think that I’m lying
I’m spitting my words out on cue,
Oh bugger it all I don’t wanna start dying
I just want to live next to you.
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