This Is Killing Me

I wish I could give my skin away.
Just gonna stick it in a trash bin in Pennsylvania
In some really nice place.
Outside of a house with a family of seven

I really want to throw my hair away
Perhaps some dumpster in New York will gladly accept it.
With the hookers and the thugs and the washed up Broadway stars
How tempting.

To get rid of my lungs would be a blessing
Yeah, I’ll put them in the mountains
Where, I think, the Mayans came from
Even they couldn’t have predicted this.

Will my stomach ever leave?
I think I’ll shot it out to space
So some alien can dissect it
Or so it could explode causing the shock waves to stop the Earth from spinning.

I’m going to let go of my mind.
Maybe somewhere exotic like the Mediterranean
After all, it’s constantly swimming
Eh, I guess I’ll settle for this instead.