Dead as dead can be-the 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’ll 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.

Wake up and face me.
Don’t play dead ‘cause maybe someday I’ll walk away and say,
“You fucking disappoint me. Maybe you’re better off this way”.

Passive aggressive bullshit.