Suicide from Teenage Terrorism by The Distractions

A young man was found dead at the end of
This neatly kept street, unnamed ‘til he turns eighteen.
But yeah he told me his name,
So I know
He won’t grow up with me.

A kind world is lovely. I hope you knew
That I got used to a world that couldn’t love me.
But yeah, whatever, ok,
And goodbye
Goodnight my waking dream

I'm so sick of my conscience for all I know it’s all in my head
Then why do I feel dead instead of warm when I come home?
They made me a drone with a pill ‘cause I’m never perfect when I’m alone
I have a hole I condemn that I just can’t fill

And in twenty years, when they ask if I love the monster still I will say
I have a hole I condemn that I just can’t, just can’t fill.

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