Playing would you rather

When it comes to fire

You always say that you'd prefer to drown

You were still in the ambulance

When the cop suggested

You're the one who tried to burn it down.

Come to find out

I'm a can on a string, you're on the end

We find our way out

Of a suicide pact of our family and friends

In the background I'll be waiting.

We have the same face

I laid awake

As someone shoved you up against a wall

Quarantined in a bad dream

He's half the man

And you're twice as tall.

Come to find out

I'm a can on a string, you're on the end

We find our way out

Of a suicide pact of our family and friends

In the background I'll be waiting.

Next time I see you you'll show me

A hundred different ways to say the same things.

Come to find out

I'm a can on a string, you're on the end

We find our way out

Of a suicide pact of our family and friends

And when you touch down I'll be waving.