In Formaldehyde

Dust in the kitchen

Coffeepot, microdot

Now we are coasting

Talking less, breathing stress



Somewhere inside, I have died

So I will lie in formaldehyde

People walk through my insides



When I get out of here

You get to keep the car

And I get a plastic vase



Or do you want me to stay?

The things that I have to say

You've heard it all anyway



Send me to sleep

You always could, fatherhood

Tie up loose ends, make it stop

Forget me not



And would you really mind

If I told you a million time

The story of my decline?



You never seem to take

The time to contemplate

Before you annihilate