I fancy you as someone

Who has a drawer full of suicide notes

Perhaps hundreds, alphabetized

By the last name of the one you blame

For that last season of woah

Just in case, every single one

Because there is a fear

That if you ever actually set things up

To puff that last breath

That you might be at a loss

Just before, unable

To pull your thoughts together

But people would need to know

Or rather you would have to tell them

Because you can’t carry that to your grave

Well, at least you can’t

Because you really have this idea

That a well-written suicide note

Would keep the world spinnin’

Around and around and around you

Even after death