Drowning the clowns
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You just have to laugh to ease the pain
That is why you find me laughing every day
From every joke or threat, no matter how cliché
I’ll laugh till I get light headed, just to hold my weight
His little shattered heart just needs a brace
So overused, almost like cut and paste
“Love” has finally been put in its place
A bin with bolded letters that spell “waste”
He’s just so pathetic, even his own girl walked home
Now he’s stuck playing Russian roulette all alone
He’s already suffered his mid-life crisis nine long years ago
Time is up, people have ignored all the signs being shown
If she just promises she’ll never kiss him
She can put herself on his invitation list
You just have to laugh to ease the pain
That is why you find me laughing every day
From every joke or threat, no matter how cliché
I’m gonna laugh my guts out, just to hold my weight
You told your friends what you’ve been through, and how you’re “just done”
Eventually none of ‘em picked up their phone when you rung
Everyone just got sick of hearing your whining, “Oh, boohoo”
Even suicide hotline hung up on you
Your hysteric fits of laughter might mask the pain
But you and the jumpers still feel the same
And although these cuts may look so cliché
Next time these scars won’t find it so hard to stay
His horrible bad luck holds him a hostage
He took a toaster with him into the bath
When suddenly there is a power-outage
He can do nothing more then just laugh
At this point, it’s time for just the ugly boy to play hide an seek
Opens himself up wide with a dull blade and takes a peek
What he finds is a lovely null heart, beating with stride
After all, they told him, he was beautiful on the inside
Two silently slit wrists behind his own locked door
He’s in romantic laughing fits that they just ignore
Shit, ran out of knives and there’s still some un-spilled gore
So anonymously, under the door, they slip him a few more
“We’re gonna need an ambulance,” they say at first glance
“Make that a water-proof ambulance if you have the chance”
“He must taste his own medicine, he’s leaking from his hands”
“Amputate him,” they say, already rehearsing the Helena dance
Living with a disturbing sickness in his head that he can no longer hide
Even wishing for misfortune just so he can go on an ambulance ride
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-“
Now he’s restrained in a hospital bed
They explain, “‘cause of his fits”
But in all sincerity, it’s common sense
They are all just sick of his shit
Hold hands and skip, “hip, hip, hooray”
While all his limbs get amputated
And he could have still gotten at least one last-minute hug
If they’d just waited, but now he can’t even pull the plug
After the surgery he has no more wrists to slit
So he is bored with nothing to do but just sit
But what can the hospital doctors do, their morgue is just too full
So they’re the only few people who need his heart to keep beating
“I’m sorry, but the person you are trying to reach is not available
Please leave a message after the beep: beep–beep–beep–beeeeeeee–”
Your hysteric fits of laughter might mask the pain
But you and the jumpers still feel the same
And although these cuts may look so cliché
This time these scars will not find it so hard to stay
And as all the blood gets choked up, and you know he just ain’t coming back
But his facial expression is so awkward, it’s impossible to hold back a laugh
“Look at him, sleeping in his bed so peacefully”
“Umm, he’s dead.” “I know, but just let him be”
And the Mother gives the teen a teasing goodbye-kiss on the cheek
Such sweet mockery, the family will be laughing about it for weeks
When he’s gone what will they say
“Such a tragedy” or just sing a hip-hip-hooray song
By the way his funeral is today
We’ve been waiting for this day for way too long
The minister preaches, “He’s in a much better place, in the end”
Reaching out to his family, “and we will always remember him”
“Wait a minute, who’s the corpse in the casket again?”
“Oh him? Never-mind, he’s going to hell for his sins!”
All the people in the hearse are throwing away bouquets
In a parade celebrating this once-in-a-lifetime holiday
“He’s dead,” says the priest and at the end of his clause
The whole funeral room stands, cheering in applause
She calls down to him, fifty-feet deep
“I’m oh so glad I got a front row seat”
Of him being carelessly dumped beneath their feet
A practical joke so funny they even seem to weep
He’s stuck looking up, motionlessly in the casket with just a blank open stare
As sister gleefully teases him, asking, “hey, how’s the weather down there”
America’s biggest current concern is still obesity, oh will we ever learn
People have gotten so overweight, that he won’t even fit in the urn
They put him through the crematorium and also stuffed him in a grave
Just to make certain that there was no way he could possibly be saved
Then they broke through past these cemetery gates
Just to dig him out and laugh in his face
And some people might say that they did too much
But he’s just happy that he got touched
Your hysteric fits of laughter might mask the pain
But you and the jumpers still feel the same
And although these cuts may look so cliché
Today these scars will not find it so hard to stay
Remember when he yelled, “no! Don’t open the door”
Because he’d “spilled “tomato juice” all over the floor”
Or when he took daily trips to the drug store
“For just the needed medication, of course”
If we were playing follow the leader, I’d be dead
But we were only playing Simon says, “Time in”
“Say your prayers then put a gun to your head”
I heard a gunshot, but he forgot to say Simon
You know you need to grab the knife when you try to give a piece of your mind
And even some guy from suicide hotline tells you that you need to get a life
So just go and drink away the memory
In a day you wont even remember me
Darling, life is nothing more then just a dream gone wrong
Oh, it’s only a nightmare, have no fear, it won’t last long
You just have to laugh to ease the pain
That is why you find me laughing every day
From every joke or threat, no matter how cliché
I am laughing my head off, just to hold my weight
