Death Is the Easy Way

Some say, death is the easy way and I think they're right

'Cause nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by

And I know that tryin' gets nothing done and I see you're about dry

'Cause nothing gets you high, you're poor the day you dieAnd alcohol it only makes you tired

But seein' you feels good, and its always understood

That anything much sweeter would make me die