Don't stop to pack
What could you bring?
When you're not coming back,
You can leave everything.
Leave all your memories
In a grey duffle bag.
Was I ever good
Before I was bad?
Don't stop to say
A word of goodbye.
When you're not coming back,
They'll only ask why.
Was all of my virtue
A bright shiny fad?
Was all of my good
Just bright shiny bad?
Now, who will I ask
For kindness and help?
When you're not coming back,
You can't trust yourself.
Silently shaking
In the back of the cab,
Bear me on to the good
In the arms of the bad

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