dead as dead can be, my doctor tells me
but i just can’t believe him, ever the optimistic one
i’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy
wake up and face me, don’t play dead cause maybe
someday i will walk away and say you disappoint me
maybe you’re better off this way
leaning over you here, cold and catatonic
i catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been
it’s your right and your ability to become my perfect enemy.
