Frank Turner - Richard Divine lyrics

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Richard Divine made up his mind to take the last few steps<br />

To the bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock himself in.<br />

Steady young hands, meticulous plans, <br />

Disposable razors and a blisterpack filled with strong sleeping pills, <br />

And a bath of hot water.<br />

He carefully wrote a funerary note<br />

On his best writing paper to set out the facts, <br />

And sealed it with wax, and left it in the kitchen.<br />

He left it out so his parents would know what there was waiting for them:<br />

Pale cold skin and blood seeping in to the landing carpet.<br />

He said he's not for sale, said that he felt hounded, <br />

Crowded and surrounded by this life he didn't choose.<br />

But everybody plays this game on a daily basis.<br />

They're not heroes, they're survivors, <br />

And it's not Shakespearian if they lose.<br />

So do what you want, do what the voices tell you, <br />

But don't ever say that we didn't warn you.<br />

He said he's not for sale, but he bought into his failure.<br />

He's telling tales that hammer nails right into open palms.<br />

A martyr in reverse, he's best at being worst, <br />

The rest of us are cursed but we keep calm and we carry on.<br />

So Richard, here it is: none of us are blameless, huddled here like strangers, <br />

Shameless in our lists of all the changes we say we need.<br />

But I think that you knew that, <br />

You can't pretend it's news that when you cut yourself you'll bleed.