Brown Stuff in a Spoon

Caught somewhere in between the seams,
I float in and out of a heroin dream.
Lost in nothing, flying to the moon,
For me, death could never come too soon.
I'm not here, but I never was.
I'm sinking, right through into never-ending mud.

Hold my fingers and tell me to stay,
But I'm already gone, so push me away.

Feel no pain, see no wrong,
This bad trip has lasted too long.
Wake me up when the alarm clock rings,
But then let me die and bury me with my things.
Bury me now, toss me into my grave,
Throw me into a dumpster, 'cuase I'm too late to save.

Hold my fingers and tell me to stay,
But I'm already gone, so push me away.

I'm so high, I think I can fly.
So rip off my wings, and dare me to die.