Frank Turner - Richard Divine lyrics

Richard Divine made up his mind
To take the last few steps to bathroom door
From his bedroom floor and to lock himself in
Steady young hands, meticulous plans
Disposable razors and a blister pack filled
With strong sleeping pills
A bath of hot water

He said he's not for sale
Said that he felt hounded
Crowded and surrounded by this
Life he didn't choose

He carefully wrote a funerary note
On his best writing paper to
Set out the facts and sealed it with wax and
Left it in the kitchen
He left it out so his parents would know
What there was waiting for them
Pale cold skin
Blood seeping into the landing carpet

He said he's not for sale
Said that he felt hounded
Crowded and surrounded by this
Life he didn't choose
But everybody plays this game
On a daily basis
They're not heroes, they're survivors
It's not Shakespearean if you lose

So do what you want, do what you want
Do what the voices tell you don't ever say
Don't ever say that we didn't warn you
'Cause we warned you

He said he's not for sale but
He bought into his failure
He's telling tales that hammer nails
Right into open palms
A martyr in reverse, he's best at being worst
The rest of us are cursed but we
Keep calm and we carry on

So Richard, here it is
None of us are blameless
We're huddled here like strangers
Shameless in the lists of all the
Changes we say we need
But, I think that you knew that
You can't pretend it's news that
If you cut yourself you'll bleed