No Surprises

A heart thats full up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that wont heal

You were so tired and happy

Bring down the government

They dont They dont speak for us

Ill take the quiet life

A handshake some carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises

Silent

This is my final fit

My final bellyache with

please

Such a pretty house

Such a pretty garden