METAPHOR

I DON'T EVEN HAVE
MY GOOD INTENTIONS ANYMORE
SHE TELLS ME WE CAN STILL GET HELP
BUT CANCER'S ROTTING OUT MY CORE

IT DAWNS UPON ME THEN LIKE SOMEONE
KNOCKING AT THE BEDROOM DOOR
BABY KEEPS TRYING TO REASON WITH ME
BUT I'M ALREADY SURE

WITH NOT ENOUGH GAS TO FOLLOW
THE SIRENS TO THE MORGUE
SHE SAYS MY WHOLE LIFE'S WAITING FOR ME
BUT I'VE GOT LOTS TO LIVE FOR

"JUST TAKE A DEEP BREATH WITH ME NOW AND
PUT THE BARREL TO THE FLOOR"
I HEAR THAT GOD WILL ALWAYS LOVE ME
BUT IT'S JUST A METAPHOR