May You Rest In Pieces

May You Rest In Pieces Broken down, long forgotten It makes no sense, I’m feeling rotten Cause age is but a number. You look at me but tell me lies Straight-faced I tell you I’m surprised I think we’re going under. Dinner on the table, set for two I know I’m just a child to you But age is but a number. I did my job as a dutiful wife But alone I sit at this table each night I think we’re going under. I am number six, a number I detest How exactly am I different from all the rest? Cause age is but a number. You said I was sweet, you said I was cute Too bad that was all I was to you I think we’re going under. You creep up on me in the middle of the night I know what I have become; I am very wise Cause age is but a number. I smell a trail of perfume, I hear your phone You’re in our room, all alone I think we’re going under. I barricade the door with a wooden chair I am out here, you are in there Cause age is but a number. You smell the smoke, the doorknob shakes I stand outside for our marriage’s sake I think we’re going under. I’ve packed my bags, I’ve packed yours too We’re both going to hell; me not as soon But age is but a number. You call out my name, loud like the gasoline You finally need me, but there’s a door in between I think we’re going under. I close the front door, and I walk outside A new beginning for me; all I have is my pride Cause age is but a number. They’ll catch me soon enough, just like I caught you Love’s such a funny thing, I think I loved too soon I think we’re going under. I am beautiful, I am smart You are the last guy I let tear up my heart But age is but a number. I didn’t know any better, but now I do Never underestimate me again (you can’t, can you?) I think we’re going under. Cause age is but a number.