Death you are so boring.
You’re the bleh in my empty fridge. The joke without an end. The friend of a friend no one likes. Who ends up on your couch. You’re a lousy sneaky little thief. You’re the dog shit on my shoe. You took what wasn’t yours to have and now I’m coming for you.
I’m gonna climb that mountain of life. I’m gonna find that tree of time. I’m gonna bonsai it back around. I’m gonna redo the past.
Second chance will kick your door in. Good luck’l hold you down. If only’l head butt you on the hooter and Recovery’l take you out.
You’re scared. I know. It doesn’t have to be like that. We’ll say no more about it, if you give me back my cat.