Juliane Hatfield
Swan Song
You were gonna let me go
No guts to tell me yourself
Go ahead and rub my nose in it
You can't fire me because I quit
You make me feel invisible
Well, surely you see me now
stretched out on the floor of your house
foaming at the mouth with a needle in my arm
next to a smoking gun and an empty razor case
and a note that says
"Dear Jack, I hate you
Love, Diane."
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The neighborhood is gonna watch me
as I create the great finale:
a perfect swan dive out the window
crash the car off the road
You're not gonna miss me
but you're gonna remember my body
crumpled in a heap
in the middle of the street
Clean up your mess
Finally you're carrying me over the threshold
Try to revive me with a cold compress
but it's too late
I guess you're best just isn't good enough
when every warm embrace
it was a selfish act
and every smiling face
it was a trap
You shit
You stabbed me in the back
"Dear Jack, I hate you
Love, Diane."
Clean up my mess
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