Die

Die
I'm not ready to die
Doc took one look in my eye
And said, "Son, you got a problem with mirrors"
And gave me a vile of ionized water
Said, "Just keep this in your pocket for seven days and it'll stop"
But it's not

Doin' anything
So I'm not doin' anything
I'm not hungry for anything
Could it be that I'm dyin'?

Oh, but I'm making baby steps
I start to open the door
You know, run outside a bit
But on the Lower East Side
All the kids wanna die
All my friends wanna die
Every spot's got a line
And then it's night after night of

"Hello, pleased to meet you
Pleased to meet you
Pleased to meet you
Pleased to meet you"

My love
Clings to me like a wet pant leg
Or an ex-boyfriend
Or a pen leakin' in my pocket
And the stain is unwashable
The stench is unbearable
And you're not on your cell
So the tension's embarrassing
But that's love