Oh Lord No

Oh, Lord

Oh, no

Well, I love all those little things

That are slowly killing me.

You turn deaf on my last breath

Now we’ll wait for me to join,

Join the march of the dead.

Oh Lord, no.

We run in circles, talk in place, how can you?

We can’t outlive our past mistakes, how could you?

And all these talks of suicide, how can I?

Live to see you claim these lies,

The sun stills sets on your glowing pride.

Well, I love all those little things

That are slowly killing me.

You turn deaf on my last breath

Now we’ll wait for me to join,

Join the march of the dead.

Oh Lord, no.

I’ll take the blame, forgive, forget. How can you?

Swallow a drink when I’m upset. How could you?

And still I’m just a child inside, how can I?

Reach out for this dangled prize

While you turn away from those who try?

Well, I love all those little things

That are slowly killing me.

You turn deaf on my last breath

Now we’ll wait for me to join,

Join the march of the dead.

Oh Lord, no.