You said you'd made up your mind
That there was nothing to decide
I wish I'd done more to try
But who am I to say who doesn't get to die?
And if I pled a case, the Grim Reaper would roll his eyes
In my face, and he'd like it if I cried
And he'd say, he'd already made up his mind
That there was nothing left for him to decide

If I am to understand
That I could never understand
What legs am I to stand on?
As to an unseen punishment you, I damn
If life is suffering
And I'm privileged with coping
Why am I the one stuttering?
Why am I the one whose heart is fluttering?

You said you'd made up your mind
That there was nothing to decide
I wish I'd done more to try
But who am I to say who doesn't get to die?
If I pled a case, the Grim Reaper would roll his eyes
In my face, and he'd like it if I cried
He'd say, he'd already made up his mind
There was nothing to decide

Who am I to tell you what to live for?
Who am I to put myself between your body and the back door?
It isn't like I wanna let you go
I'm just struggling to muster up the ethos
And I could probably Google a list of prewritten phrases to be supportive
Hotlines and free resources
For people without health insurance
But I don't wanna make you feel patronised and unimportant

You said you'd made up your mind
That there was nothing to decide
I wish I'd done more to try
But who am I to say who doesn't get to die?
And if I pled a case, the Grim Reaper would roll his eyes
In my face, and he'd like it if I cried
And he'd say, he'd already made up his mind
That there was nothing left for him to decide
You said you'd made up your mind
That there was nothing to decide
I wish I'd done more to try
But who am I to say who doesn't get to die?
If I pled a case, the Grim Reaper would roll his eyes
In my face, and he'd like it if I cried
He'd say, he'd already made up his mind
There was nothing to decide