[intro] [verse] You arrived late With your hospital smile And a cigarette balanced Like bad news with style The barmaid sighed “Oh no, not him again…” As if disappointment Could be a lifelong friend [Chorus] And you said: “Love is merely theatre For the badly dressed” Then adjusted your collar And asked for the rest [Interlude] [Verse] So tell me— Which suicide are you on? The glamorous one? The one done for fun? The poetic collapse In a second-hand room? Or the slow little death Of permanent gloom? [Bridge] You quote dead French writers To girls who sell shoes And they nod sympathetically Without reading the news [Verse] Your laughter sounds like A train leaving town Full of people with futures While you stand around Mother says “You could’ve been something respectable” But respectable people Seem clinically unbearable [Drop] [Pre-chorus] And your friends all vanished Into mortgages and soup While you remained faithfully Outside the loop [Chorus] So tell me— Which suicide are you on? The dramatic affair? The invisible one? The nightly performance Of “I’m perfectly fine” With your shoes full of rain And cheap supermarket wine [Solo] [Bridge] The DJ plays happy songs For unhappy men And everyone dances To forget themselves again [Outro] You lean toward me softly Like a beautiful mistake And whisper: “I don’t want to die… I just don’t wish to participate.” [End]
