HOPE WILL KILL YOU

About the plan to end it all   
I label my things for whom they're for 
I clean up the plates and I sweep the floor 
Leaving the room as it was before 

I pack up my car for ease of use 
I make the bed and throw out the food 
I pluck my guitar and say my goodbyes 
Unplug my keyboard so it don't get fried 

A bag for my buddy, a laptop inside 
A song for my honey, and books to get by 
A desk for my brother, with all that he needs 
Recording of my singing for those who might miss me

I've left a collection of nothing for you 
Its not the perspective of a healthy dude
Half finished songs with no particular views
From half the man, the man you once knew 

A folder of nothing all too contrived 
A song about money, I never could surprise 

A small step for man 
A leap for my pride 
Ive reached the end of 
My reasons to lie 
I woke my self up 
To end it tonight 
This place is too perfect 
It might be the time 
A small step for man
The leap of a lifetime 
A small step for man
The leap of my lifetime