Easier on me

It's three in the morning, I'm covered in you
I'm pissed and I'm yawning, I'm black and blue
I'm lost and I'm lonely, I'm lying in bed
A bevy of angels, at the foot of my bed
I'm mad and I mean it

A hundred ways to tell you that
You're so right so right, so not right at all

I only know good
Because I've got something to compare it to
I'm guessing you would probably rather I not care for you
I believe it when your screaming that
The hardest part in all of this is me
But you could always make that easier on me

So help me make this last incision
I'm going to bleed tonight
No more morphine
Cause I've got Josephine
Paralyzed by this decision
Are we gonna move or what
Sunshine, sand and the dying band
I'm mad and I mean it

A hundred ways to tell you
That you're so right so right, so not right at all

I only know good
Because I've got something to compare it to
I'm guessing you would probably rather I not care for you
I believe it when your screaming that
The hardest part in all of this is me
But you could always make that easier on me

I think I might have picked the wrong religion
That which came so frequently is now reduced to vision
And no deity would ever visit me

A hundred ways to tell you
That you're so right so right, so not right at all

I only know good
Because I've got something to compare it to
I'm guessing you would probably rather I not care for you
I believe it when your screaming that
The hardest part in all of this is me
But you could always make that easier on me