Casket

When I think of my end
I'm surprised that I don't feel a thing
That I don't get a rush from the sting

Do I have to pretend
That I'm living some meaningful way
That I'm not only taking up space

There's a casket sat outside
It's got my name on the front
And it's lined with the photos of last year's lonely nights
It probably knows what I want
But I just can't bring myself to get inside
I'm under-qualified to die

When I haunt like a ghost
And the cold of your stare is the host
Can you feel that I can't let you go

When I spill through the night
I cast shadows that baffle the light
In an effort to make myself known

There's a casket sat outside
It's got my name on the front
And it's lined with the photos of last year's lonely nights
It probably knows what I want
But I just can't bring myself to get inside
I'm under-qualified to die

I'm pulled along by people holding up my face
I wish that I could stand in place and fall apart

There's a casket sat outside
It's got my name on the front
And it's lined with the photos of last year's lonely nights
It probably knows what I want
But I just can't bring myself to get inside
I'm under-qualified to die