For my ailing bones 
Pack your bags and leave for another home 
See, every day spent lying is fuel for my scapegoat 
And we need to let go 
My memory's a bitch 
Can't remember the last thing I did 
It goes on and on and on 
Tie the noose 
I've got my neck tied tight on a 6 foot rope 
But it's a 7 foot drop and the suicide note 
is just a false apology stitched to my turncoat 
My memory's a bitch