If I waste my life, can I have yours? I'll sweep the deck and mend the sores When the light goes out I'll lock the doors On my own Was it sixty two or twenty five? When I lost the keys to my beehive And the last time I saw you alive Was so long Ago I can't quite recall the date Light, turnin' around on me As far as my eyes can see All that's left to be is someone Who can't quite try to leave Or soak up what's left to breathe As far as my chest can heave As far as I know standing still here Is all part of the weave So I've fallen onto my knees And begged for a life of ease All I want is a quiet d**h From a terminal disease As long as my brain will freeze And wake up beneath the trees And I can always count on something To drift in with the breeze One last atrophy, and I'm done, and I'm gone One last irony, and I'm done, and I'm gone One last symphony, and I'm done, and I'm gone One last sympathy, and I'm done, and I'm gone It was on TV and on the run Then it settled softly on the sun But it wasn't fooling anyone So I said It's okay It was never meant to speak the truth