When you’re gone
There will be no healing
No moment of clarity
You will be dead
There will be no reeling
Out into the street
'Cause there was never anything I could do
Never anything anybody could do
I lie awake and wonder when it’s coming for me
My fifteen minutes of weakness
There is no peace
Not a hint of camaraderie
In this fistfight around the casket
And there was never anything I could do
Never anything anybody could do
So if that’s what you meant
When you said: I’ll give you something to cry about
Well, I want out
