[Intro: xxylvii]
(And now for something completely different)

[Verse: xxylvii]
Pistol layin' on my shelf
Think I’m finna kill myself
I can't think of nothing else
It's a topic I can’t delve
Think you love me, no, you don't
Pretty much gave up all hope
Think I'm finna smoke this dope
Sayin' you can help, you won't
Ain't nobody understand
Bitch, I need the upper hand
Have no friends, I have no man
God is ruining my plans
Fuck Him, bitch, and fuck you too
Bitch, I don't know what to do
Slit my wrists, now that's a clue
Doin’ this because of you

[Outro: Mike Ehrmantraut]
You know what happened
The question is
Can you live with it?