I'll Come Too

Thought you'd cut me to the cord, but I've dealt with this crap before And I don't think you hurt me that bad I had a show later that night, I didn't care, I didn't even cry I'm used to making myself get by And I won't wait for you to change your mind Let's pack a bag and load the car It doesn't matter where we are I'll cancel things and cross out my job I'll put shoes on over my blisters I don't think you really kissed her You can fly out west and move And I'll come too Sometimes I think I'm too depressed to have real love or even sex I'm fine with what I've got here right now I get caught up inside my head and wonder what it's like to be dead Will I be conscious for my final breath? Or would I rather be asleep at death? Let's pack a bag and load the car It doesn't matter where we are I'll cancel things and cross out my job I'll put shoes on over my blisters I don't think you really kissed her You can fly out west and move And I'll come too I drive through the intersection at my work Does death by collision really hurt? Or does it feel like falling asleep to a siren symphony?