SlipLive

9 to 5 Suicide

thought about suicide this morning
just woke up and I'm warning
don't get to close
it's a stupid situation
city sleeping desperation
living in my clothes

but I don't think I was made, to break
and I don't think I'll get paid, I'm a fake
and it doesn't help to cry for heavens sake
it doesn't help to die, a little everyday

could this light get more boring
the nightlife woke me with it's snoring
seems like the cops run the disco
I thought about a nine to five suicide
but I broke down and cried as my angel sang "don't go, don't go"

but I don't think I was made, to break
and I don't think I'll get paid, I'm a fake
and it doesn't help to cry for heavens sake
it doesn't help to die, a little everyday

so I put on my make up
and I walk out the door
too many ways to score
I need a strangers shake up
someone to sweep my off the floor
just to be sure

because I don't think was made to break
and I don't think I'll get paid, I'm a fake
and it doesn't help to cry for heavens sake
it doesn't help to die, a little everyday

I don't think was made to break
and I don't think I'll get paid, I'm a fake
and it doesn't help to cry for heavens sake
it doesn't help to die, a little everyday

"living in my clothes"
"could this light get more boring"