Roof Of The Shed

spending the day on the roof of the shed telling myself i'd be better off dead hung on the line no sense of time stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your bread all this for nothing's the one thing i dread fading away in the afternoon sun no clouds to hide in and no where to run me and my friends true to the end one left to bury and one to offend i'm leaving to lie in my sizzling bed but don