Comatose

This is the last piece of me you’ll own
Just like our final talk on the phone
Bear in mind that means I will not be coming home
In part due to your selfish tone

Goodbye, this bird has flown
Goodbye, my heart’s gone Comatose

Wait
Hold my beer
There’s so many things I’d love to say if I don’t just walk away from here.
You used to be such a good friend, such a good friend
So I’ve taken it upon myself to grab things and call this the end

All right this kiss is rotten
OK I know I’m stalling
All right this bird has fallen
OK alright I’m walking
OK it’s time to say….
This is where I say