Passive

"Dead as dead can be," my doctor tells me 

But I just can't believe him, never the optimistic one 

I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy 

Wake up and face me, don't play dead cause maybe 

Someday I will walk away and say, "You disappoint me," 

Maybe you're better off this way 

Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic 

I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been 

It's your right and your ability 

To become...my perfect enemy...

Wake up and face me, don't play dead cause maybe 

Someday I'll walk away and say, "You disappoint me," 

Maybe you’re better off this way 

Maybe you're better off this way