There's certain things I ask of all my friends, you've not got them
A standard of respect I can't pretend that
it's there and you've made choices that I would never do
and I can't wait to get the hell away from you
One day I figured out I have a choice not to be here
there's more to than laughing at your jokes, you can't see it
I've made choices, that our time here is through
and I can't wait to get the hell away from you
All of this time I'd forgot my sense of pride and once in a while
I'll answer the phone but it tends to remind me
that I'm the same old person
I was then, I'm no different
I'm slightly lighter lacking my gangrene limb, are you bitter
Of all my choices, I'd rank this one or two
and I can't wait to get the hell away from you
I'm so glad that I'm so far away from you