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
Well 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 me than laughing at your jokes
You can't see it
And I've made choices
And our time here is through
And I can't wait to get the hell away from you
And in 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
Yeah I can't wait to get the hell away from you
Yeah I'm so glad that I'm so far away from you
