[Storyteller.]

Quick kid quips, so harsh and cynical,
touch is stricken, cold, and clinical -
what a transformation to behold;
but I don't like this new, I want the old.

It's not the words that make it final -
you've said such things before to rival them;
but it's how you say 'em now that's changed -
cold but sympathetic all the same.

You'd like to convince me that I'll be better off,
so you go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier,
you go on, yeah, you go on,
you'll be gone and I'll be happier.

Shoot me with your rubber bullets;
your finger's on the trigger - pull it.
I know you want this suffering to end,
and so it is forgivable, my friend.

All to convince me that I'll be better off,
so you go on and I'll be happier, I'll be happier,
you go on, yeah, you go on,
you'll be gone and I'll be happier.

Say what you mean; what you mean is
you'll be happier without me.