Lyrics to 27
You said it’s not you, it’s me
With a revolver in my teeth
But you turned away instead
Threw the gun upon the bed
And we left in separate cars
You told me to pretend
I could taste life on the air
Despite the absence of an end
When you’re lying in your deathbed
I hope I appear in your head
Baby, I’ll be dead by then
I burned out at 27
Oh you should have killed me
It lingers like a dream
It lingers like a dream
All my well-thought through retorts
All my last laugh movie scenes
Just one thing before I go [My love, mon beau]
One more thing before I leave [Exit, c’est chic]
Failed assassin, you should know [My heart still goes]
One more trick inside my sleeve
When you’re lying in your deathbed
I hope I appear in your head
Baby, I’ll be dead by then
I burned out at 27
After years of drink and dance
And wild well-publicised romances
Oh, you should have killed me
When you had the chance
You really should have killed me when you had the chance
My heart is still beating
But it feels like an elevator trapped between floors
My lungs are still breathing
Like the airbags in the crashing of an empty car
And you’ll live to see your name
Published in my scathing memoirs
And you’ll live to rue the failure
Of not crushing all of my heart
Why don’t you come back and finish off the job?
With a revolver in my teeth
But you turned away instead
Threw the gun upon the bed
And we left in separate cars
You told me to pretend
I could taste life on the air
Despite the absence of an end
When you’re lying in your deathbed
I hope I appear in your head
Baby, I’ll be dead by then
I burned out at 27
Oh you should have killed me
It lingers like a dream
It lingers like a dream
All my well-thought through retorts
All my last laugh movie scenes
Just one thing before I go [My love, mon beau]
One more thing before I leave [Exit, c’est chic]
Failed assassin, you should know [My heart still goes]
One more trick inside my sleeve
When you’re lying in your deathbed
I hope I appear in your head
Baby, I’ll be dead by then
I burned out at 27
After years of drink and dance
And wild well-publicised romances
Oh, you should have killed me
When you had the chance
You really should have killed me when you had the chance
My heart is still beating
But it feels like an elevator trapped between floors
My lungs are still breathing
Like the airbags in the crashing of an empty car
And you’ll live to see your name
Published in my scathing memoirs
And you’ll live to rue the failure
Of not crushing all of my heart
Why don’t you come back and finish off the job?
